Broken Stars

Chapter 2

Everybody in this family is an architect- Hannah Abdulhamid.

"Amman dina!", I squealed when my younger brother's petite figure came into view."Adda Hannah", he screamed happiness evident in his voice and ran towards me with Nazreen slowly trailing behind.

I went on my knees in order to engulf my brother into a tight hug and sighed placing my chin on his small head.

"How has my baby been doing", I asked going out of the hug but still holding him close.

"I had been a very good boy adda, I eat my veggies, observe my salah on time, do all my school works and help mommy in the kitchen also I sleep right on time", Amman said with a huge grin on his face. 

"Really?", I asked playfully, he quickly nodded tiring to convince me.

 "Mashallah, my Amman is a big boy now huh?".

"Yes! yes, I am", he screamed excitedly the huge grin not leaving his face.  I gently pulled him into a tight embrace, tiring hard not to burst into tears.

I miss him so much. I miss waking him up every morning to get him ready. I miss how I walk him to school, how we always pray and recite the Qur'an together, how I give him Islamic lessons, how I help him with his school works, how I use to tickle and play with him before we both sleep as we usually do on the same bed, giving him a bath, taking walks around the neighborhood together, how we watch the television together,  how we cook together, how I tuck him to bed. 

How we do everything together and how he is always around me.

"As-salam-u-Alaikum adda Hannah, ina wuni", came the small voice of Nasreen. I have actually been watching as she slowing drags her feet to cover the distance between where she once stood with Amman to where he stands now.

"Wa-Alaikum-as-salam Nasreen yakike kwana biyu ", I replied back to her greetings and asked about her wellbeing with concern because of the frown and sad look in her eyes.

"Ina lafiya  Alhamdulillah", I couldn't believe her words because she looks nothing but okay.

"You're sure", I asked and she slightly nodded and continue to stare at her feet.

    'Was I like this when I was eleven?'

  "Hey come in here", I open my arms wider for her.

   "You know that you could come to me whenever you need someone to talk and lean on don't you?", I said that with a very calm and reassuring voice while looking at Amman as he busily plays with my hijab before shifting my gaze to her just to see her nodding her head and smiling at me.

"Now what do we have here", a deep voice startled me. I sightly turned around and my lips broke into a smile.

*flashback*

"Amman will be moving to your Aunty's, he will be staying with them from now on"

"What! why?", I questioned my mother's decision.

"This household is no place for a child of Amman's age plus this is the only way I could protect him",  Aisha sighed.

"Protect him?", I raised my eyebrow in question.

'What does she mean, what is mama thinking?'

"I don't want Amman to be influenced by zayn's bad habits just like how Ahaan is", I watched her in shock.

'just like how Ahaan is', so she is saying that Yaya Ahaan is........NO!  I know my brother pretty well he will never choose to follow that path........my Yaya is.............he is............NO! it just can't be true, it definitely has to be not true.