Inaya's POV
I woke up as soon as the alarm struck 5:30 in the morning. This was probably the first time I had woken up at the first alarm itself otherwise it usually takes 4 to 5 alarms to wake me up though this does not apply to my personal alarm - dad, one call out to me is more than enough to wake me up but ever since di went missing dad stopped waking up. Infact I wake him up nowadays. Its really disturbing to see dad not waking up on his own for fajr. It was something which used to rarely happen.
I quickly jolted from my bed and skid towards the washroom to make ablution. Offering my salat was the only way I could feel myself at peace.
After finishing my dua I ran upstairs to my brother's room to wake him up for fajr salat too which I might add was way too difficult coz he is in no way a morning person well neither am I to be honest! But today was the day we were starting our own private investigation.
To deny the fact that I was happy not only because I would get closer to where my sister was would be wrong because I was also super excited about investigating. I went shopping yesterday to buy all the necessities we would be needing which included fake identity cards and black formal attires for me and bhai and lots more....lets just say that I ended up exceeding the credit card limits but who cares...its my brother's after all and what are brothers for?
I jumped on bhai as soon as he arrived from the mosque. Taken aback he stared at me like I was some alien from mars.
"You all right?" Were the first words that left his mouth. Ofcourse why wouldn't I? We are going to finally find the whereabouts of my sister in sha allah.
"No, its just that I've never seen you this active at fahr time before. Sure you and Myra start your chatter at anytime of the day but not all this activity"
I just shrugged my shoulder and walked away. Myra didi's name brought back all the thoughts that I had been holding back from the past few days.
But I was going to find her today right? Well what if my hopes are way too high? It sure ain't gonna be easy peacy.....well anyway bhai said we will be going for more shopping tomorrow depending on how it goes today..poor bhai is taking a month off from office. Anyway with so much going on at home who can concentrate on work.
Luckily for me I had holidays. I set my alarm for 7 am ssince we are going to college at 8 for investigation.
Finally the clock struck 7 and I got up at the first instance. I swear I didn't sleep 1 minute.
I went and showered and desses up in the formal kind of clothes I had bought. A white shirt teamed up with a black blazer and a pair of black bell pants and a black hijab and put on some black converse. I chose a simple white brooch from my vast collection of the best brooches I find. Well what can i say, Brooches are a muat for hijabis.
I carried a sling bag which carried a pen and a notebook.
Hopping upstairs, I banged on bhai's door to be greeted by a grunt. Only one thing that can interrupt bhai's dreams was my singing so I started singing a miley cyrus song (which bhai despised alot) in my horrendous voice. As you see, to every action there is an opposite and equal reaction and the reaction to my action was bhai opening the door. Yahoo! But wait, what I didn't expect was getting drenched in cold water as soon as the door opened. When I finally managed to open my eyes, I saw bhai laughing his head off. All my efforts in dressing up went in vain. After a glaring competition between me and bhai, then shouting at him I went back downstairs to change again. Thank god for the extra black blazer I had bought. Instead of bell pants I wore a normal black jeans and put on a white hijab with a black brooch.
I saw bhai waiting for me outside. After giving a quick peck on my mum's cheeks I dashed out towards my waiting brother.
Notebook check, phone check,fake id card check, myra didi's pic check. For the revenge thing i'll plan something later. For now ,Get set and go....
This chapter is dedicated to sparkleinmyeye. She is a real good motivator..the real reason behind me updating today. I also wanna dedicate this chap to wavesss ( though this whole story is dedicated to her) coz shes a bit angry with me. As for me, I've got exams so pls pray for me.
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