INSTANCE 1
"your ammi said you have been irritating her asking about your childhood again and again"
"I just wanted to know, just like how you, ammi and samreen remembers their childhood"
"beta, enough. It's ok if some people don't remember... Just...
'Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar' it was five in the morning, and I could hear the Aazaan. I was feeling very sleepy as my exams had just finished and all I needed in life was sleep but the prayer was obligatory, so I had to wake up.
I dragged myself to the washroom to take a shower. After a fresh bath, I got dressed in a loose top and parallel pants. I wore my hijab and rolled down my prayer mat.
As I finished my Fajr Salah, I did the rest of the prayers and went to sleep.
"Didi, Didi!"
"mmm" I groaned.
"Didi wake up, you have been sleeping for the whole day!"
"ok" I said and rolled over to the other side of the bed.
"WAKE UPP!" Samreen screamed "guests are coming, and mom wants you to help, get up!"
"Fine, I am getting up. No need to yell!"
I had to wake up.
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I went to the washroom to rinse my mouth. It smelt horrible and I did not want to ruin anyone's sense of smell.
"Mom, the sleeping zombie is coming!" Samreen could be a pain sometimes.
"Shut up, small rat."
"How many times did I tell you not to call me a rat!"
"Well, it's you who always start, don't blame me" I smirked at her.
"Augh" she groaned.
"You have been sleeping forever since your studies are over now" my mom complimented.
"Yeah, I have been awake till dawn, so I slept long."
"Where is my breakfast?" I asked.
"Take bread and apply some Nutella on it."
"Is that all?" I asked, complaining.
"Yeah, because guests are coming today, and I have a lot to cook! "
"Who are these special guests because of whom I can't even get a proper breakfast?"
"They are your father's relatives, far ones. I am meeting them for the first time. They say they want to buy clothes from me for their someone's marriage, I don't remember whose, but they are coming to see my boutique."
My mother has one room in our house which is full of clothes, and she runs a business. It goes well; the room is no more than an actual shop. Our house is huge, like a palace furnished with top furniture, antiques and has every facility. We have a large garden with flowers and plants. I love the garden the most, after my own room.
It was evening and the guests were at home, I knew that I was going to get bored, so I took permission from mom to go shopping with my friends.
I wore a pink knee length top which had very loose sleeves tightened with elastic at the end where it meets the wrist and a maroon color pencil pant. I matched my maroon hijab on it.
I grabbed my purse and came down from the room, "Mom, I am...." my eyes fell on the guests.
"Assalamu Alaikum, I am Hafsa."
"Walaikum Assalam" an old lady and a woman, a little older than my mom, wished me in unison.
"What a beautiful girl" the old lady could not hold herself.
"Come here, sit with me" she called me by tapping the sofa beside her.
"Do you know who I am?"
I just smiled and looked down awkwardly. I am seeing her for the first time!
"I am your father's mother's sister, and this is my daughter" she said pointing towards the woman sitting on my other side. She also had a son playing around the table, barely 6 years.
"So basically, you are my dad's aunt, right?"
"Yes, exactly"
"Did you finish your education?" she asked.
"Yes, I just completed b.sc in optics."
"Interesting, were you going somewhere?"
"Yes, my friends had invited me over."
The old woman was patting my back slowly.
"Go dear enjoy" the old woman said.
"Thank you and remember me your prayers" I hugged the old lady and her daughter, and I politely left home.
Zafar's POV
It is my cousin brother's wedding, and I am so happy for him. We are not just brothers but more than that. WE ARE THE BEST BUDDIES IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD! We all went shopping and seriously, we were all so happy as if we had our own weddings on the same day and we were shopping for each other.
"Zafar look, isn't this blazer cool?" one of my friends asked.
"Why don't you buy it?" I smirked at him.
"Come on, I selected this for you."
"Well ok this is the last thing I am buying; we also have to buy a pair of shoes for Dulha (bridegroom)" I smirked with naughtiness looking at Fahad, my cousin brother.
As we were entering the shop, there were few girls entering too. We all moved back, letting them enter first.
"Look, these sneakers are so good" one of those girls squealed which made all of us look at them. They all moved ahead looking here and there, mostly down, as if nothing happened.
Suddenly my eyes fell on one girl. I wondered what her name could be. She was so beautiful! My friends were noticing me looking at her, so I acted normally, clearing my throat and showing more pairs of shoes to them.
After finalizing the pairs we wanted to buy, we moved to the counter for the payment. I kept looking at her repeatedly. After the payment was made, we all moved towards the exit and a part of me was sad because now I would never see her.
