"𝑰𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒔..."
Siddique Khan, age 26 is an ideal Muslim young man with good values and morals. He practices his deen regularly. He loves his family and can do anything for them. Especially, for his fa...
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"Oh, God." As always, he pulled me into his arms for a tight, comforting hug. Role reversal. "Don't cry for me."
"Then don't stay upset like this. You're the reason I always cry," I complained, making him feel guilty, as usual.
"I'll try not to make you cry anymore." A false promise. He always says the same thing.
"Stop giving fake promises, Siddique." Using his full name signaled that I was hurt.
"What can I do to make you happy?" he whispered in my ear, desperate.
"Just-"
"Cute couple," came a comment from the Uber driver. "Sorry, sir." This earned him a death glare from Siddique.
"Mind your business, idiot," Siddique muttered under his breath, making me smile.
I broke the hug, smiling. "You cursed!"
"No, I didn't." He rolled his eyes and moved to his corner. "Are you sure you want to come?"
He was smartly changing the topic. He wanted to go, and I couldn't deny him knowing he needed me there.
"Yes, I can't leave you alone." I held his hand again. "I know I'm not allowed inside, but I'd love to join you till the mosque."
There's a mosque beside the graveyard.
"Thank you, Naaz. You're a great friend. And you're coming inside with me." He declared, then teased, "Hope you know how to perform ablution, Naaz. Or I can teach you."
"Don't mock me. I know how to do it." I warned, pointing my finger at him. To my surprise, he grabbed my hand, put my finger in his mouth, and sucked it.
"You're so gross." I pulled my hand back and wiped his saliva on his dress shirt sleeve.
He laughed like an idiot.
"You're so mean and evil," I chided, but deep down, I was happy to see him laughing freely. I knew he did it intentionally to make me believe he was happy now.
Don't cry again, I reminded myself quickly.
"I love teasing you, you idiot," he laughed more.
"Stop laughing, or I'll push you out of the car," I warned. "I'm serious." I wasn't.
"I'm not your student who'll get scared. Do whatever you please." He smirked.
