Masked

《6》

•{ the four kids }•

"What's wrong Baba? Why do you, look like that?"

Asmah asked, her tone dropping a little. Mustafa continued looking at her, then look down, letting out short chuckle before looking up at her.

"Nothing, Asmah. It's fine. It's okay to see dreams with no meaning at times. Just leave it to Allah ta'alah, he'll guide you to the right path for sure In Sha Allah. Don't think about it too much. If you do that, and maybe set your mind at other things, you'll even stop seeing those dreams at some point. Hmm?"

Asmah nodded, looking down and then looked up at him to give a small smile, the weary look in her eyes still present.

"See, I told you bunny. It's nothing! And you were creating a ruckus out of it!"

Asad reminded with a smirk.

"Shut up you blockhead! Instead of giving advices to me like Baba, all you do the whole damn day is either smack me or taunt me! Salam now, all this talking is making me sleepy so I'm gonna go sleep!"

And saying this, she stormed out of the room, half bumping into Asad who lightly smacked her on the head.

"You better do that bunny!"

"Yeah yeah!"

He chuckled, staring at the direction she ran into, then sighed before looking back at his parents, who were still giggling over the amusing encounter between the siblings.

"I'll go sleep now too, Mama Baba. You both sleep early, hmm? Salam."

"Salam."

They said back, and simultaneously Asad left, closing the door of the room. Mustafa sighed with a dropping smile, as Mariyam came and sat beside him on the bed.

"Do you think that the woman in her dream is..."

Mustafa nodded at her, already having the same answer in mind. Mariyam chuckled.

"Allahu a'alam. But, if it really is her, then it would be truly unusual of her to come in Asmah's dream. The girl hasn't even seen her!"

"I know, but I can't help but think it's her."

Mustafa said as he smiled, her face coming in his mind. His bestfriend. The moments spent long ago with her still played like a movie in his mind, whenever he said her name.

"It makes sense too. She was the only woman, who knew how to sing the lullaby. Not even me."

Mustafa looked back at her when he sensed a hint of remorse in her tone.
She looked up at him with a blank face, then smiled before continuing, quickly suppressing the emotions that she never wanted to feel.

"Well, its not like I wanted to learn it, it just, sounded better when you sang. So I never felt the need to do it. And it's obvious that she could sing it, since you both wrote it together."

Mariyam remembered, as she smiled at Mustafa, who nodded with a strange longing in his smile.

"I wonder how she is now..."

Mustafa finally said, as he rested his head on the head board.

"The last time I saw her was, pretty long back. She was pregnant then. She stood with her husband, who was indeed handsome too, though he had the looks, they shined even more that day, maybe because he was with her. And thankfully, she looked very happy too."

"She, looked happy?"

Mariyam asked with a raised eyebrow, her smile blending into a knowing smirk