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*********Amal's P.O.V*********
Happiness is one word that would describe my mood today.
It's already Friday and we're visiting Ummiey today.
Salim has gone to the masjid for the salatul jumaat.
Taking out the last food flask to the dinning table and contented with the setting, I cleared kitchen calling the maid to take some for the gateman and gardener. Ummiey insisted on getting me a maid after the accident and I had no other choice than to let her so here she is.
I climbed back upstairs, freshened up and got dressed in a flower pattern Ankara gown. I wrapped my headtie in a simple style prayed my Zuhr prayer and headed back downstairs to wait for Salim.
He came back dressed in an ash kaftan with white embroidery and a matching cap. He looks breathtaking as always.
"Pictures last longer you know," he said breaking me out of my revive blushing after I realized he caught me checking him out.
"Come let's eat," I said and ambled to the dinning table.
We ate in utter silence and he went upstairs to get ready afterwards while I cleared the table. I left Zuwaira to wash the dishes and headed upstairs to get my things.
As always I put no make-up just lipgloss, Kohl and a little powder. Splaying a little bit of my Al-haramain and Versace yellow diamond, I wrapped my headtie and my veil before heading downstairs with my bag and shoe.
I went back to the kitchen to check on Zuwaira and she was already done with the dishes and had taken everything back to its place. I told her I was leaving and she headed back to the Boys quarters where she leaves.
Salim came downstairs not long and we left.
The door was opened and before I knew it, someone was on me and I lost my balance but thanks to Salim behind me we didn't fall.
"Keh Fatiyyah kina hauka neh? (Fatiyyah are you mad?)" That wasn't me it was Salim.
" Yayah I missed her," she answered with a pout.
" Is that why you want to break my wife?," He asked again pulling me away from her.
" Kai yayah yanzu rowar ta zakayi min? ( I don't know how to translate this but it's something about him being stingy not lending his wife)," she asked.
" Amal talk Mana," she said again looking at me and I did a zipping sign with my hand and mouth.
"So you're taking his side?" She asked and Salim chuckled.
" Fatiyyah why are you taking long wai?" Ummiey called
" Oh Ummiey su yayah ne suka zo, (them yayah are here)" she answered.
We sat down in the sitting room Salim by my side and Fatiyyah on the other.
"We need to talk Matar yayah," she said and looking at her I knew it must be something urgent.
I nodded and just on cue Ummiey walked in. I squatted to greet her but she pulled me up into a hug.
"How are you?" she asked.
"Alhamdulillah, Ummiey I'm fine," I answered.
" Masha Allah," she muttered.
"It seems like I'm invisible," Salim said and we all laughed.
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Amal
SpiritualA journey of a lady who has lost her mother in the way, who at a point felt like the world is against her and felt like giving up. But to every human their is a period of test in their lives and just as her world was crumbling, she was brought back...
