The Elahim Brothers

Vulnerabilities

I had swollen eyes from last night's excessive crying.

When I went out, Al-Wildan stares at me.

"You look fatter" Al-Shizad stated.

"no I've just had a bad night" I reply.

"Mustn't have read Ayatul Kursi " Al-Shizad grunts.

"Why are you in a bad mood? "

"I'm always in a bad mood when you're around Ni'saa"

"Eat your food properly " I warned him. When I turned I saw Al-Wais smiling at me.

"what? " I asked.

"Nothing" he said changing his face.

Now I baked a cake for Al-Souffian because the man has been getting lashed by the older brother too many times these days.

"for you" I told him.

"it's not my birthday Miss Falaq-Naaz. Even if it were you mustn't be so kind" he states in his devilish demeanor.

"why do you make these faces? " I couldn't help asking.

"what faces? "

"these cross smiles, raised eyebrow, Dracula untold in devil's decent"

"I'm flattered " he smirked.

They all laughed.
I shook my head.

I went to the kitchen I sung my medley.

Al-Souffian came from God knows where and I jumped back in horror.

"Are you a Demon for God sake! "
I cried.

"I can be different things at the night. A. few. different. things"

" You're extremely farcical " I imitated him.

"I don't talk like that"

"wot, tok, naught for not. Seriously such an accurate accent" I praised myself.

"what shall I do then? Change it? "

"will you? And for me? " I muttered.

"you baked a cake for me. I can't be as kind as you but I can formerly do as charged "

"you don't look good even trying"

"ug-Ah I always look good" he said without a pause.

He makes me uncomfortable. The very haunting but captivating.

I shuddered my shoulders.

"Please eat quickly, Mrs Kasheefa has to do to bed early tonight, she's extremely tired." I dodged the uneasy air of him.

"The lamb escapes once again but it'd be soon there will be no way. Under lion's paw the lamb will succumb and die"
He speaks intensely looking out of the window.

I looked outside. Then at own self.

"is this directed towards me? " I asked scared of him now.

His lips fold into a smile "No, not at all Falaq-Naaz;you're not a lamb, are you? "

he really puts me off some days. In addition he is scary.

I walked past the garden in the gazebo,sat alone absorbing the vanquishing light of seldom peace. I have had my part here, i want to return. But where is my home?

This home sick stricken in late twenties seeks affiliation,in wrath of grief not then in loneliness. when they rest in their I am spared some seldon time alone which i if not cherish,cry over.