Zayn

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Zayn

After that outing with Amal, I felt one thing;

I felt scared. What if her mom didn't like me. She told me a lot about her, and she seems a bit strict; really strict. I'm scared to make a mistake.

Amal rang the doorbell. Inhale, exhale, I thought. It won't be all bad. I mean, if I think of pr- oops! Ignore that, never mind. "Aslalamu alaikum - greetings to you -" said her mom. She didn't seem that bad so far actually. I shouldn't judge people by their cover. She pulled me in for a hug. Then, she said something to Amal that I didn't even understand.

(She said that they would make a great couple.)

I heard Amal groan "Mama!" "Hi. I'm Zayn." I told her. Amal's brother came to the door, dressed in a Fila t-shirt and some sweats. "Hey Zayn. I'm Marwan." He said, and shook my hand. I shook it back. His mom glared at him, and then said "I'm Samah. You can call me Khalto - aunt/auntie - Samah." She said, switching back to English.

Amal dragged me to the dinner table by the arm. I loved her soft touch. We had lamb chops, bamya - okra -, rice and salatat roob - yogurt salad with carrots and cucumber (also eaten in Greece) -. The only thing that I ate was the lamb chops, yogurt salad and rice. I didn't like bamya. "Why don't you try the bamya?" Aunt Samah asked. "Try it. Mine is different." She said in the same caressing voice as my own mother, may she Rest In Peace. She took a new spoon, scooped some out and gave it to me in my mouth. I chewed on it.

It wasn't to salty. It wasn't so squishy. It was perfect! "Mmmmm!" I exclaimed. Amal giggled a little. I smiled at her, seeing her beautiful eyes peering into mine. "Ahem," said her brother Marwan. We both quickly lowered our gazes. Aunt Samah started saying things like oohs and ahs at her. We both blushed like ripe tomatoes, fresh from the garden. I felt someone pinch my toe.

From underneath the dinner table emerged a little boy; probably Amal's younger brother. "Hi. I'm Omar!" He exclaimed. "Hey!" I said, admiring his chubby cheeks. I later learned that he was 6, and Marwan was 25.

After dinner, I was sure of another thing:

Amal's mom isn't strict.

Oh, and that I didn't like Amal.

I LOVED her.

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Amal

"So, this is this is the washroom, and then this is your room." I finished up telling Zayn. Our rooms where right across from each other. "Kay, thanks." Zayn replied. "Night." I told him. "Oh, and by the way; Marwan is going to go and get your luggage in a few minutes. You can wear this pj for now." I handed him dad may he Rest In Peace's pj. "Thanks. I'll go give the keys to Marwan." He said. "If you don't trust him, we can go together if you'd like." I said.

"No, it's fine. I'll go and get his stuff Amal. If he wants to come, he can come with me." Interrupted Marwan. "Oh," I said. Why was he being so rough. "Bye Zayn." I said. "Bye," he started. "And thanks Marwan." Zayn finished up. I sighed and grumbled. "Sorry that he is being rude like that. I dunno what got over him." I said, crossing my arms across my chest.

He put a warm hand over my shoulder. "It's fine Amal. He's just being protective of you." He answered in a soft and understanding voice.  "You go and get some rest." He told me. "I've got a surprise for you in the morning."

That put a smile on my face.