He Is The One For Me.

Khalid, a friend or foe?

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Before we hear(or rather read, for that is more appropriate in the case of a written story) Fahad's reply to Hadiyah's straightforward refusal, we shall make our way more than just a few years into the past. An inhabitant of the Aziz village stands on one hot(Balochistani hot) summer afternoon, beside a 'Chalee stand*'

"It must neither be too hard nor too soft, don't put on any masala and for Allah's sake be quick, will you?"

"Just give me five minutes Chotay Sahab( little, sir)!"

The meek-looking owner of the 'Chalee stand' said and got to his much repeated task. He fished through the sand grains, pressing each chalee*, until he found the one that was just about perfect. Perfect being; neither too soft nor too hard. The chalee was taken out, it's outer layer peeled off and it was turned upwards as he grabbed at it, careful not to touch the ripe chalee, lest his customer might take offense and refuse it's purchase.

He stopped midway as he reached for the 'Masala*' coated lemon, remembering that 'Khalid Sahab' had a much expressed dislike towards it. The reason behind it was also much expressed to the disdain of the 'stand owner', however, he made no attempts towards improving his hygiene in that department, nor did he show any visible signs of irritation upon being profusely censured.

Money and freshly peeled chalee exchanged hands and both continued on with their usual activities. The reader will be taken along with 'Khalid Sahab' for what the 'corn stand' owner's activities shall be, is quite superfluous for us to know for it has no link to Hadiyah Omar, nor to Fahad Ali.

Don't you feel like an agent dear reader; a spy rather, who shall follow this new character that I have just introduced. How fun it shall be for he doesn't have the power nor the inclination to shake us off, neither can he sue us, for we are quite invisible to him. Let us take our enjoyment further and follow him into his not-at-all humble abode, for he is the lone heir to one of the richest families residing in the 'Aziz village'.

He at the time at hand is thirteen years and some weeks old. He tiptoes into the house, walks stealthily towards his room, failing miserably to stay unnoticed. His mother had detected his presence as soon as he had set foot into the house.

"Khalid, stop right there!"

"Yes, amaa(mother)?"

"I have received serious complaints about your behaviour! Have you been teasing Hadiyah again?"

"Amaa I did no such thing, those lying brats I-"

"Save it Khalid, you left your bodyguards home on the 13th of September 2007, much like today. You and that rowdy friend of yours, what was his name, again?"

"Yousuf."

"Yes, you and Yousuf went towards Arfa's childcare, where you did-you know exactly what you did."

"I did not do anything amaa."

"Another lie and you get no chaleez for a month."

"I no...what.. Uff amaa she asked for it, I swear that loud-mouthed, garrulous girl. She deserved every b-"

"So you accept it?"

"What, amaa?"

"So you accept what you did?"

"I do, but amaa-" He was not allowed to finish for that was all his mama wanted to hear; a confession. There had to be a stop to this nonsense, Khalid's antiques were getting out of hand. She would ban any further chalee intake, not that it was bad for his health. But because banning it might be good for his moral health.(A/N: I can't believe I'm using my favorite name for a spoilt child oww!! But, yes let's hope for the best!!)

She called for his personal helper and he was strictly instructed that 'Khalid' must not be allowed to leave his room. All his protests were ignored and his mother motioned for him to leave. After he left, she had her maid come to her.

"When will Walid be free, Zahra?"

"I have received a message begum Sahiba(Madam), Sahab(sir) has already started for home."

"Okay, you can go now."

"Jee behtar.(okay sure)"

Hajra sat and began to message her temples, her fingers drawing small circles, it helped soothe her mind. She sat and patiently waited for her husband's arrival. It was one of those days when she found it trying to be the mother of a fresh teenager, teenage had done much damage to her once innocent son. Ma shaa Allah, he had grown up and she prayed for his excellent health and growth, but his raging nature troubled her.

He was a little short-tempered, adventurous and it was hard to make him regulate his prayers, it was a wonder how he had become a Hafiz so soon. He was a genius child, that couldn't be doubted but guidance was crucial at his age. It was quite superfluous on her part to worry for his father knew how to control his dear son. However, being a mother it was quite impossible for her not to worry over him.

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Urdu words:

Chalee stand: In Pakistan it is a common sight to see guys standing along stands, selling boiled corns, or rather 'Chalian' the Urdu word for corns.

Masala: A literal translation for this Urdu word is 'Spices'. In the case of corns, the corn stand guy uses a lemon to spread a coat of powdered red chillies all over the corn or as you instruct him.

Chalee: Corn

Picture of Fahad on d side, u can imagine d blond hair part:p