Ahem...Exams are here you guys. They start from 19th *_* I am so sorry the updates will be slower ^_*
U M É M A' S P O V
My forehead was covered with sweat as I clicked the enter button on my laptop.
"Nada, it will be fine, na?" I looked at Nada, who seemed really chilled out. How could she be so laid-back while I was biting my nails out of nervousness?
"It will be, Ummi. I have complete trust in you," she answered with a determined voice.
Adrenaline rushed through me as I waited. I thought I might just faint from the anticipation.
"Uméma, stop hyperventilating. Everything will be okay." Fahad tried to calm me down, which, to be honest, was not helping at all.
"Oh yesss! Aagaya, aagaya, Fahad." I covered my face with my hands. I couldn't look at it. (It's out, it's out.)
"Wait," I heard him say. I didn't dare open my eyes.
"Uméma, chill." Nada placed her hand on my shoulder.
"I can't, Nada," I cried.
"It's ninety-one percent, Uméma! You nailed it!" Fahad exclaimed.
"What? Ninety-one?!" I screeched in joy.
"See? I told you, you'd make it. Congratulations!" Nada threw her arms around me.
"Thank you." I hugged her back. "Show me the calculations." I took the paper from Fahad's hand because I did not trust myself with the calculations. I would have definitely made some mistakes because of my shivering.
"Oh my God, did I really make it?!" I scanned through the page. "Fahad! I made it!" I hugged him. It was my result day, and one is supposed to check their respective results on the site. Only the marks are displayed, so we have to calculate the percentage ourselves.
"Of course you did." He smiled proudly.
"Let me show Mom these results!" I hollered as I ran to Mom's room.
"MOM!" I shouted once I reached her room.
"Did the results come?" I heard her eager voice.
"YES! LOOK, I GOT NINETY-ONE PERCENT!" I waved the paper in the air.
"Alhamdulillah, congratulations, my girl."
"Thank you, Mom." I hugged her.
"I knew it; you would make it." She smiled at me. These were my final exams' results. After this, I will be applying for higher studies in better colleges, but before that, there is a huge process.
"That's what we were saying to her, but she didn't listen and continued biting her nails." Nada entered her room.
"You know what time it is, Mom, Nada?"
"What?" They both asked it together.
"PARTY TIME!"
T H E N E X T D A Y
"Astagfirullah!" I shouted at the sight in front of me.
"Why does Mom invite this piece of scum?" I muttered to myself.
"So tell me, Umeema—how many chits did you carry with yourself while writing the exam?" Shariq can never utter anything good from his mouth, I swear.
Wait a minute, did you all think that when I shouted 'party time', my Mom would've allowed that?! Nope, she did not. You could never expect that from a brown Mom, at least according to me. This was Mom inviting my 'in-laws' for dinner—also to celebrate that I passed, but I know that is not the primary reason.
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A Delightful Tragedy
Romansa"I hate you! Actually scratch that. I loath you." "Well, let's see for how much more time you will hate me, ohh, wait scratch that loath me, right?" This is the story of Uméma Layla Sheikh and Shariq Majnu Hadid who hates each other's guts. But wha...
