An Eid With The Prince

FEED THE SOUL WITH A GOOD POEM

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The moon wasn't dull but not also bright—it wasn't out fully. Roda Al Murooj street was glamorous; from it flickering lights to the multi-colour string light used in decorating the arena. A big bill board was standing gallantly next to the string lights, with the Prince face on it, and beside the Prince's picture, a big writing could be seen 'Save The Orphan, Charity Foundation.'

"Thank you Prince, it's a honor for me to be meeting you. It's been my dream to taste mehalbiya!" A little boy said with a bright smile. He kept staring at the perfect Prince.

"Your wish is granted, always know I care about each and every one of you!" Prince Abubakar said with great charisma as he handed him a plastic spoon to enjoy the delicious frozen goodness with; the boy skipped away happily—skipping carefully.
 
"Say cheese!" Yasmin yelled and she clicked on the shutter icon. She took a big chunk of the frozen mehalbiya and she used her upper mouth to scatter the frozen goodness for the sake of her taste buds. Zarah was standing alone serving the orphans and Uthman was walking towards her; he held a little box.

"Salaam Zarah!" Uthman outstretched his arm and gave the box to her, on the box 'sushi dushi' was boldly written on it, signifying it was a sushi.

"Jazakalahhul khairan," Zarah thanked him. "I really appreciate all of these but I can't accept this sushi!" Zarah rejected even though the aroma was good and she wanted a bite of it.

"Just see it as a gift from a friend to another friend, please!" Uthman pleaded with a cute puppy eyes.

Zarah collected the box and she opened the mouthwatering sushi, it had a very pleasant smell; it was hot—reflex impulses was acting on Zarah, she was drooling already. She picked up a sushi and gently eat it under her niqab.

"You wanna piss the prince off right?" Uthman suddenly said.

"What?" Zarah asked, mouthfull,

"You are putting on Niqab, rule number one?" Uthman reminded.

"Oh that, you know I've been a niqabi since highschool, right?" Zarah answered as she was still chewing the sushi. Niqabi means any girl who loves putting on the Niqab.

"Oh I know!" Uthman scoffed,"those memories were fantastic, Mustaqeem was there and Yusuf." Uthman added.

"—oh....Yusuf?" Zarah said, which definitely change her mood.

"I'm sorry for mentioning him-" Uthman paused. "—I have a big crush on you back then!" He added.

Zarah ignored him and closed the sushi box, because the conversation was getting weirder.

"But you always ignored me, you had eyes for Yusuf, and now he isn't with you anymore!" Uthman frankly said without regrets. Oh great he is still a jerk.

"Excuse me! Are you making fun of my misfortunes in life? I thought I had a shoulder to cry on not knowing it was just fake, I thought you've changed; I should have know better than anyone that the devil will never change, I forgave you despite the pain you caused me at high school and at college. You made me think I was a nobody, I am so sorry Uthman—I am not disappointed in you, I am disappointed in myself for forgiving you. How much is your stupid sushi?" Zarah asked out of anger and Uthman was flabbergasted.

"Zarah....I'm so sorry, that wasn't how I meant it to sound, I am so sorry for all those years, the pain, please forgive me!" Uthman pleaded.

"Take!" Zarah said as she threw money at him and she walked away.