September 8, 2020 at 6:37 pm #1409081
The week went by way too quick
despite the fact that I had five classes,
but I wasn’t complaining. I love
weekends, I mean who doesn’t really.
One you get to sleep in for few extra
hours, second you don’t feel bad for
procrastinating because you know
Sundays has got your back and third I
get to meet Sobia. I had to meet Sobia
today 1 pm at her bakery to help her
decorate the cupcakes for the big order.
I took a quick shower and opened up
my closet to make the biggest decision
of my life…what should I wear today. I
didn’t have a lot of clothes, even though
a lot of people assume that if you’re a
girl then you probably have a huge
closet full of clothes. This is not true in
my case and that’s because I buy things
that I actually need. So today I decided to
wear my favorite pair of boyfriend jeans
because they are super comfortable and
I hate wearing tight clothes. I paired it
with my red and white plaid shirt and
finished it off with my bright red hijab
that I got on sale. Super.
I went to the kitchen where I found a
note from my mother written on the
small whiteboard that was hanging by
the fridge. It said “Had to leave early
today, I took up another shift. Dropped
Sabir to football practice, his friend’s dad
will drop him off. Have fun with Sobia”.
My mother is so old school in the cutest
way possible. I have told her countless
time since she has got her own phone
that she can just text me if there is
anything that she wants to tell me. There
have been times where I have forgotten
to read the white board to find her
secret little messages. The thought of
explaining this whole process again to
my mother made me chuckle, she will
always leave notes at the whiteboard
instead of texting me. I took out my
phone and replied my mother, Salam
Ammi, just got up. Saw your note. I am
heading out to Sobia’s, I might be a little
late so don’t worry.
I grabbed my bag and picked up a dairy
milk chocolate bar to eat in the way
headed out towards the bus stop. The
distance between my house and Sobia’s
bakery is not too long. I reached the
bakery a few minutes early and found
Sobia carefully decorating the cupcakes
with vanilla frosting. I made my way
towards her and placed my hand on
her shoulder. “Hand’s up” I said in my
fake cop voice.
“Shut up, I saw you when you were
crossing the street, go and pass me the
jar of pink sprinkles.” She said.
“Jeez how come I always fail to scare
you? I try so hard, you should at least
pretend to be scared to make me feel
better.” I said while grabbing the pink
“It’s not my fault that you are terrible at
scaring people. Now stop whining and
start helping me, we have to leave at 4”.
She said while passing the pastry bag
filled with vanilla frosting.
I opened up my Spotify app and played
the indie pop chill out playlist. The rest of
the evening passed away in a blink of an
eye. Sobia, Mariam auntie and I talked
about different things, I loved days like
this where I could just hang out with my
best friend and her lovely mother and
just talk about random stuff. Since they
had a big order today, auntie Mariam
closed the bakery so she could complete
the order without any disturbance. At
3:45 exact, we had 400 cupcakes
finished off with beautiful creamy
frosting with different fillings and
sprinkles and had 3 layered chocolate
cake ready with light yellow icing and
caramel sauce. To add the final touch,
auntie Mariam placed small chocolate
roses at the top layer of the cake and
wrote Happy Birthday Ruba with dark
chocolate sauce. Everything looked so
pretty that we had to take a picture of it
to upload it on Instagram. You know the
drill. So after taking various pictures
with different angles and filters, we
finally got the one that fit our
expectation of a perfect picture of
cupcakes for Instagram.
We had to call pick and drop services to
deliver all the cupcakes and the cake at a
designated location. It seemed like the
Ibrahims were throwing this party at a
hall and it was quite far so we didn’t
want to rely on Sobia’s old car that often
breaks down to get the job done. When
the delivery truck arrived, we carefully
picked up the packed cake and placed it
in the back of the truck along with the
cupcakes. We were blown away when
the truck stopped front of a giant
garden. When we asked the security
guard, we found out that this wasn’t a
hall; it was an outdoor private garden. I
could see all the colorful tents and rides
behind the giant fence. With the help of
the security guard,the truck driver and
the staff working at the venue, we
successfully shifted all the dessert on the
table that was located close to the
playground. I could see all the children’s
excited faces when we opened up the
boxes to set up the cupcake stand. It
was so cute; they were all gathered
around us. After a while, I saw a middle
age man walking towards us and Sobia
told me it was Ibrahim Raza.
Ibahim Raza looked like he was in his
late 50’s. He was tall and still carried
himself quite well. He was dressed in a
gray suit and had a glass of lemonade in
his hand. He made his way towards our
table and looked at all the cupcakes and
the cake before saying anything. When
he looked up, I could tell he was happy
with our work. “Hello Sobia and Miss
Mariam, all of this looks wonderful. I am
sure Ruba will be thrilled when she sees
her birthday cake.” He said. His voice
was kind and genuine.
“Thank you sir, I hope your daughter
likes it.” Auntie Mariam responded.
“Don’t worry she will. And who is this
lady?” Ibrahim Raza asked me.
“Asalam O Alikum, I am Laila. I am Sobia’s
friend.” I have no idea why I said salam
instead of saying hello. What if he minds
“Walikum Asalam. Nice to meet you Laila,
it’s good to see you here. Well I better
go and see if the caterers are here. Feel
free to walk around and eat whatever
you like; we do have some extra servers
here who will be here to help out.” He
smiled at us and took off.
“He seems nice.” I told Sobia.
“SeeI told you, but his wife is a bit cray
cray” She laughed.
“Shh you’re so loud.” I told her. Sobia is
one of those people who do not care
about her surroundings. If she wants
something to say, she says it. Loudly.
“I don’t care if she is here, you should
have seen her Laila. I mean she is pretty
and all but you can see her evilness in
her eyes.” She continued on.
“Ohkay okay you are right. Now stop
talking so loudly please.” I tried to calm
“Fine, jeez you are such a scary cat.” She
“Sobia stop this right now, I told you to
behave. Stop disturbing my child Laila”
Auntie Mariam stepped in.
“Accha Ammi, see I told you she like you
better than me.” Sobia whined.
“Duhh, look at you.” I laughed.
“Shut up.” She joined the laughter.
“I need to use the washroom” I told
Sobia after severing cupcakes to a group
of adorable little kids.
“Why are you telling me, go find one.”
She said while handing out mini
cupcakes to a new group of 5-6-year-old
“Come with me, I don’t know where to
go.” I requested.
“Aray, I am busy here and I don’t know
where Ammi took off, she found one of
her clients here. Go find the washroom, I
am sure its not too far.” She said bluntly.
“Fine, I will find it myself.” I grabbed my
bag and headed straight toward the
security guard that I spotted after
wondering around for a while.
“Excuse me, can you tell me where the
washroom is?” I asked the security guy.
“Its quite a walk, but just keep going
straight” He said pointing at a small trail
on my left. “And you that building there,
the washroom are right behind that.” He
said. He was a middle-aged white man
with sweet blue eyes, and chubby red
“Thank you sir.” I told him and started
walking towards the building on the left.
When I walked behind the small white
building, I spotted two small attached
washroom, I walked into women’s area
and after finishing my business, I
applied a some lip balm to my dry lips
and fixed my hijab. I took my phone out
to see if there are any messages and
saw one from my mother.
Okay bachi, take care. I just finished
worked. Heading home. Let me know if
you want me to send Sabir to the bakery
to pick you up.
I responded: No Ammi its okay Sobia will
give me a ride home.
I was so involved in the game of texting
that I didn’t realize that which way I was
heading out until I bumped into
someone and my phone came crashing
“Oh my god I am so sorry.” I said
instantly to whoever I ran into and bend
down to pick up my phone. As soon as I
got up, my eyes instantly connected with
the familiar hazel brown eyes. I knew
exactly who it was and I wasn’t too
pleased. He was the same shameless guy
from my college who stole my phone
and my phone number. This can’t be
happening. I can’t let him ruin my
weekend too. Wasn’t one encounter
with this guy enough? Allah.
“What are you doing here?” He asked.
“None of your business.” I walked
straight passed him but it still made no
difference because he still followed me.
“You are at my party so it is my
business.” He said and I suddenly turned
“No, this party is for Ruba.” I responded
“She is my sister.” He said smiling at me.
“She is what?” I asked just to confirm if I
heard him correctly, I wished this wasn’t
true. The guy I promised myself to stay
well away from. I was at his little sister’s
“My sister.” He smiled and took a step
Before he could anything else I turned
around and started walking away. This
time he didn’t follow. I hope I don’t see
him again today or ever for that matter,
but the party just got started.
P.s. ignore any grammar and spelling
error. Nonetheless, I hope you are
enjoying the story so far!
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Nice begining0September 9, 2020 at 7:35 pm #1409188
I had no idea what just happened, why
does it feel so weird when he is around.
It gets so weird when he is around and
it almost feels like my brain is in a war
zone of some sort. I looked around to
see if he is anywhere near, but thank
god he wasn’t. I quickly walked towards
our little cupcake set up and sat next to
“What happened to you? I thought you
passed out or something.” Sobia said
while browsing over Instagram on her
“Nothing happened, I just got lost” I
“Why are you so red?” She said looking
at my face. I instantly felt conscious
because now auntie Mariam was
looking at me as well.
“Yh I was walking very fast so probably
that’s why.” I rubbed my cheeks to
remove the color from my face. Why was
I feeling so embarrassed?
“Here have some water beta”. Auntie
Mariam grabbed a bottle of water from
the water stand next to her and passed
me the bottle.
“Thank you” I smiled.
The rest of the evening seemed okay. I
got busy with serving the cupcakes at
the party and whenever our stall wasn’t
busy, Sobia and I just walked out the
playground and talked about stuff. Since
both of us didn’t have any sisters, we
shared everything with each other. I
remember the first time we met 4 years
back in our local library where we both
were looking for the same book and
spend the rest of the afternoon talking
about our love for English literature and
Adele. Since then we have been
unrepeatable, she also doesn’t have a lot
of friends, and I think that’s because she
is way too honest and doesn’t live to
please other. Just like me. Ever since my
dad left us, I have stopped caring about
others. I do have my doubts and fears,
who doesn’t? But I still fight. I choose to
move forward, not just for myself but for
It was almost 7 pm now, and the big
birthday cake cutting celebration was
about to happen soon. The thought of it
again made me anxious. Nonetheless, I
went ahead and started decorating the
table with little fairy lights since it was
getting dark and gift packs that were
made for the guests. The clock hit 7 and
peopled started coming towards our
table. Everything looked beautiful, almost
unreal. I could see the bright stars in the
clear sky and feel the sweet September
breeze across my face. The colorful fairy
lights sparkled throughout the stage
where the cake was put on display.
Sobia, auntie Mariam and I stood in the
corner of the stage to dodge the
photographer who was taking pictures
of all the guests. After the pictures were
taken, we came up to the stage again to
light the candles that were spread
beautifully all across the birthday cake.
When I finished lighting the last candle
and looked up, I saw him looking at me
right across the lawn. The Ibrahims
were making their way toward the
stage. Auntie Mariam and Sobia noticed
them as well and quickly got off the
stage . I was about to get off as well, but
auntie Mariam suddenly stopped me.
“No no you stay here, we are going to
get more plates and napkins from the
stall. Just stay here and make sure
everything is okay.” Before I could say
anything, both of them disappeared out
of my sight. I felt super awkward and
didn’t know what to do, so I gravitated
towards the very far corner of the stage
and waited silently for Sobia and auntie
Mariam to come back. When the
Ibrahims got to the stage after meeting
hundreds of their guests, they finally got
to the cake and when I saw a little pretty
girl dressed in a beautiful lilac dress, I
instantly knew it was Ruba. Her eyes
lightened up when she saw the cake
and ran moved towards the cake as if
it’s the best thing that has ever
happened to her. It was too cute. Behind
Ruba was her mother I am assuming.
She was tall and skinny, with beautiful
black straight hair. She looked like in her
late 30’s. With pouty red lips and crisp
cheekbones, she was giving a
competition to the young girls who
were here in this party. She looked
poised, but whenever I saw her smiling,
it didn’t reach her eyes. It looked fake
and she seemed uninterested in keeping
up with the conversation with the
guests over a minute. Right behind them
I saw Ibrahim Raza who still seemed
humble enough to stay back and talk to
the guests that his wife walked away
from. With him was the same guy I met
earlier today near the washroom, the
same guy who took my phone in the
college. I didn’t know his name, not that
I was interested in finding out anyway.
Once they were done talking to the
guests, both Ibrahim Raza and his son
joined the rest of their family at the
stage. The boy glanced at me and I
looked away not knowing what to do.
Thankfully I saw auntie Mariam and
Sobia coming back with boxes of plastic
plates and napkins. They placed the all
the plates and napkins next to the cake
and joined me in the corner of the stage.
The little girl, Ruba blew out the candles
and the entire lawn chanted “Happy
Birthday”. After everyone finished
singing the birthday song, Ruba took a
beautiful silver knife from her mother’s
hand and gently cut the bottom layer of
the cake and everyone in the lawn
began clapping and blessing the little
girl for a happy and healthy life ahead.
After that, Mrs.Ibrahim came to us and
told us to cut the cake and give it to all
the guests in the party and walked
away. Everyone got off the stage, except
the little girl Ruba, who still had her eyes
on the cake. Talk about first love. I
smiled at her and walked towards her.
“You want some?” I asked her. She
looked at me as if I caught her
committing a crime.
“Oh no I’ll wait.” She said even though I
could tell that she was dying to have that
first bite of her birthday cake.
“I tell you what, you can have the first
bite of the cake and then I’ll make the
pieces for the guests.” I offered her and
the most adorable smile crossed over
her face and I took that as a yes. I
grabbed the silver knife again and cut
up a small piece of cake of that. Then I
placed a slice a cake on a plate and
attached a spoon with it and offered it
to Ruba. “Here”.
She took a huge bite from the cake and
didn’t take long to eat the rest of the
“Good huh?” I said laughing.
“Very, thank you” She chuckled and
joined her friends near the swings area.
I offered to cut the cake and give it the
guests andSobia and auntie Mariam
went back to the cupcake stall to start
packing things up.
I was too busy cutting the cake by
myself that by the time I looked up I
realized I was being watched by the boy
with hazel brown eyes. He had his messy
hair pulled back by a black baseball hat,
and his white tee shirt was now layered
with a denim jacket and finished out
with a black pair of jeans. Out of
everyone else in the party, he stood out
the most. All I saw around him were little
boys and girls in their bright colored
outfits and men and women in formal
wear. Except him, he looked the most
normal one here surprising. We both
stood there looking at each other and
when I finally got my senses back and
looked back down to continue cutting
the cake, hoping that he would just go
away. But he didn’t, instead he walked
“Hi”. He said, waiting for me to look up.
“Here.” I offered him a piece of cake.
“Did I ask for it?” He asked me.
“Why are you here then?” I looked up to
“Are you always this feisty?”
“No, you just bring out the worst in me.”
I moved away from the table to get
“She really liked the cake.” He said.
“Good.” I tried to keep my answers short
“Farid Bhaijaan” I heard Ruba coming up
to the stage. So that’s what his name is.
“Yes my birthday girl.” He picked up his
little sister in his arms and spun her
around and she laughed.
“Stop I am getting dizzy bhaijaan,” This
reminded me of the time when Sabir
was young and easy to carry. I used to
pick him just like this. Farid put his sister
down and she came running towards
the cake again.
“Can I have some more?”
“Of course.” I picked up one of the plates
which were ready to serve and gave her
it to her.
“Here bhaijaan, have some too.” She told
“I would, but she is not giving it to me.”
He said pointing his fingers toward me.
“I just offered you some but you said
no.” I defended myself front of the
young girl, not that I needed to defend
myself. But I hated lying, small or big.
“You didn’t ask me nicely.” He winked at
“If you want it, take it.” I took the tray
that had cake slices in it and stepped
down to the lawn to serve the guests.
Sobia joined as well and took the second
tray to serve. Everyone loved the cake
and there were so many people that
asked for our bakery which made auntie
Mariam really happy. Events like this
were really helpful for the business, so
auntie Mariam got herself busy with her
potential clients and started telling them
about our business.
All the cake slices were finished except
one and even though I wasn’t a fan of
Farid, I still felt bad that his he didn’t get
to eat the cake from his sister’s birthday
party so I went back to the stage to look
for him, but he wasn’t there. I found
Ruba playing with her friends so I went
up to her.
“Hey, where is your brother?” I asked
“He umm…he went to the pool.” She said.
There is a pool here too? Of course
“Where is the pool?” I asked her again.
“In that building” She pointed towards
the same building where I went earlier
today when I was looking for the
“Okay, thanks birthday girl.” She gave me
high five and went back to the swings
I took the last piece of cake and walked
towards the building. When I opened
the big wooden doors of the building, I
was taken away with the beautiful
chandelier that was hanging in the
beautiful hall. I looked around and didn’t
see anyone. Maybe he isn’t here. When I
turned back around, I heard people
laughing from the other room, the door
of the room wasn’t locked but it was
definitely closed shut. I debated whether
I should knock. Before I could make up
my mind, the door filliped open and I
saw something which I shouldn’t have. I
saw Farid shirtless; he was only wearing
his boxers. We both were shocked to
see other like this and equally
“Where are you going?” I heard a girl’s
voice from the room. Oh my god, they
were making out in the room. This is
way out of my comfort zone. Before it
gets any more awkward, I took a step
back, turned around and exited the
building. I didn’t make it too far from
the building until I was grabbed by my
arm and pulled back. It was Farid, he
had his jacket on this time.
“What?” I yelled. I don’t know why. I
don’t know why I decided to be that
person who saved the last slice of cake
for someone who never fails to give me
a hard time.
“Were you looking for me?” He asked
straight away. His eye seemed darker
and he was way too close. I could see
each feature of his face clearly. He had
sharp jawline, olive skin tone, stubble
beard and long black hair that were
“Yes” I said and I guess the answer
wasn’t good enough because he still
didn’t let go of my arm and kept his eyes
on me still. “I mean no I wasn’t. I was
looking for the washroom.” I said and
he let go of my arm this time.
“Do you like to eat in the washroom?” He
asked me. Where is this even going?
“What?” I was so confused. He pointed
towards the plate of cake I was holding
in my hand.
“This, yeah… I was looking for the
washroom and then there was an extra
plate of cake so I thought you might
want some.” I hated this. He should be
explaining himself being half naked. Why
was I explaining this to him?
“You came all the way here to give me
this?” He asked, almost sounding
“No” I said and he started laughing.
“You just won’t admit it would you?” He
“I don’t know what you are talking
about. Do you want it or not?” I
“Yes, I want it.” He said looking at me, I
wasn’t too sure if he is talking about
this piece of cake “Yeah..I’ll take it” He
explained. I pushed my hands forward
and offered him a plate. His hands
brushed over mine and I suddenly pulled
away. He looked at me as he felt
All of a sudden my phone rang and I
thanked Allah in my head countless time.
I really needed a rescue. I immediately
took my phone out and looked at the
screen. It was my mother calling.
I shook my phone in my hand to give
him a sign that I am heading back. I
turned around and began walking away,
knowing that there are set of hazel eyes
still looking at me from behind.
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enjoying the story 😊😊0September 9, 2020 at 7:49 pm #1409194
Somehow I couldn’t get over my
encounter with Farid last night. I didn’t
know what was going on with him. I
have met a lot of people, but I have
never met anyone like him. Maybe that’s
why I was thinking about him. Maybe
that’s why I couldn’t get our
conversation from last night out of my
mind. Allah what was happening? It was
7:00am in the morning, it was Sunday.
Usually on Sundays, I’d like to sleep in.
But I had such a sleepless night. After
Sobia dropped me home last night, I
was super tired and couldn’t wait to get
into my bed, but I stayed up most of the
night and after sleeping for few hours, I
woke up super early and now I am wide
awake and can’t seem to go back to
sleep. Urghh I hate when that happens. I
gave up on going back sleep and
decided to get my bum out of the bed to
make some breakfast. Everyone was
home today, Sabir didn’t have any
football practice and Ammi had a day off
as well so I decided to make some
breakfast. I got to the kitchen and
decided to make some cheese omelet,
hash brown and tea. I decorated the
table with nice pink glassware that
Ammi brought with her from Turkey and
crochet table cloth . I called down Sabir
and Ammi to the kitchen to serve them
some fresh homemade breakfast which
is very rare because all of us are very
busy and we live off of granola and
cereals most of the time.
“Masha Allah, did you make all of this?”
Ammi sounded surprised and that’s
because even though I love to cook, I am
usually very lazy to bother.
“Jee Ammi, I woke up early so I decided
to make some breakfast.” I smiled and
passed some toasts to her.
“How was the birthday party baji?” Sabir
asked me while enjoying some extra
cheesy omelet I prepared specially for
him since he lives for cheese. I didn’t
know how to ask his question, yes the
party was good, but I still felt some
tension at the party.
“It was good, a lot of people showed up
and they loved the desserts and auntie
Mariam met a lot of people in the party
who might be contacting her in the
future to place some orders.” I told him.
“That’s really good; Allah knows how
hard it was for Mariam to get her
business started.” Ammi said.
“True, but everything is going well for
“Yes, who was the host of the party?”
She popped the question.
“Ibrahims.” I responded giving more
attention to my food.
“Who are they?” My annoying brother
can’t keep his mouth closed.
“Don’t’ know. They are rich people, just
moved in from some big city” I
answered truthfully, leaving the part of
their son being my classmate.
“Yh, I have met them” My mom said and I
“Oh yes, Ayesha Ibrahim came to our
agency few days back, she is looking for
some people to work around the house.
I was filling some work in the office and
I saw her there.” She told me.
“Oh.” Of course they were looking for
people to work in their house. If their
events venue from last night was so
amazing, imagine what their house look
like. We continued on talking about
Sabir’s football practice after that and
when Sabir starts talking, then no one
can stop him. The rest of the day went
pretty smoothly, Ammi and I made some
chicken pasta for dinner because Sobia
was coming over, as well as some of
Sabir’s friends. By the time we finished
making chicken pasta and some dark
chocolate brownies, it was almost time
for dinner. Since my whole outfit smelled
like a baking shop, I went up to my
room and wore a long green maxi
dress; it was kind of old but super
comfortable and wore my white linen
hijab since it was light and easy to style.
As soon as I went downstairs to the
living room, the doorbell rang. Talk
about timing. Sobia was looking
stunning like she always does. I mean
seriously I am not just saying this
because she is my best mate, I genuinely
mean it. She is tall, have nice curves, high
cheek bones, light beige skin tone. She
was wearing a beautiful maroon dress
with white lace on the sleeves and black
“You know you don’t have to dress up
when you come over, you can literally
come wearing pajamas and you would
still look flawless.” I said giving her a
hug and inviting her upstairs to my
“Oh please don’t even get me started. Do
you even look at yourself clearly? You
should start paying more attention, I
mean seriously there were so many
guys, including the driver yesterday at
the party yesterday who were giving
you the looks but again you don’t seem
to care.” She jumped on my bed and
took my laptop to put some music on.
“Cmon it’s almost Magrib time, don’t play
music at this time.” I told her.
“Aray, okay fine. So did you like the party
yesterday? I had so much fun. You were
so quite there though” Sobia probably
noticed something yesterday, she was
right. I was awfully quite yesterday and
that’s because I kind of felt like Farid
was going to pop up from somewhere
after I saw him with that girl. Maybe he
enjoyed watching me being all awkward
“It was a long day yesterday, I just got
tired and there was a lot of moving
around too.” I told her.
“The Ibrahims are stunning though
aren’t they? I mean everyone in their
family is just gorgeous.”
“Well if I had their money, I would look
gorgeous too” I said sarcastically.
“Come on don’t hate on the rich fellows.”
“I am not hating on them Sobs, I just
don’t like how some people with money
think they own the world and the
people in it.”
“Yh, lets the way is it, but don’t worry
one day we will have own businesses
too and we will be driving limousines
and all that stuff” That’s why Sobia is a
sweetheart. She always lightens my
“Now are we just going to sit here, or
you are going to feed me something
“Dinner is served.” Sabir came in
The rest of the evening went
exceptionally well. Then it was time to
leave, Sobia really wanted to get some
ice cream so we decided to give Sabirs
friends ride home on our way to the
shop. I sat in the front seat with Sobia
and Sabir and his friends hopped in the
back. We turned on our favorite playlist
from Adele and had our own karaoke
session in the car. We dropped the
Sabir’s friends to their homes, and Sobia,
Sabir and I headed towards Sunlight Ice
Cream to grab our favorite item from the
menu, strawberry gelato.
It was about 8:30pm by the time we got
there and as usual Sobia’s took forever
to do her reverse parking. At last, we got
inside the Ice cream place and it was so
quite. We loved coming here late just
because during the day, this place is like
a zoo. They make such delicious ice
cream that people actually come here
from different towns outside of
Bradford for it. We were greeted by a
beautiful lady with bright red hair and
freckles, and even though it was late and
night and she was probably too tired
after running this place, she still
managed to greet us with a welcoming
smile, a genuine one. Sobia and I got our
favorite strawberry gelato and my little
brother went with a pineapple flavor ice
We got into the parking lot and saw
another car that was parked right
across from us. There were some people
who were standing outside of the car
laughing and talking very loudly. We
didn’t bother looking their way. We
almost reached the car when I heard
someone saying my name from the
back. At first I thought I am just hearing
things, but I heard it again and this time
Sobia and Sabir heard it too.
I turned around to see who is calling my
It was Farid and behind him, I could see
his friends looking in our direction.
Farid came towards us and looked at
Sobia, Sarib and lastly, at me.
“Laila.” He was drunk. I could tell. Of
course he drinks too. I was about to
turn around when he grabbed my hand
and pulled me right back to him. Sobia
was too freaked out to speak, but Sabir
on the other hand didn’t fail to speak
“Hey leave her.” Sarib came forward and
held his hand that was still holding me.
The next thing I know, we were
surrounded by Farid’s friends. First I
thought he is just a messed up boy who
is rebellious and don’t care about what
people think. But today, at this moment,
he truly scared me. His hand was still
holding me and one of his friends was
close of Sobia and the rest were around
where I was standing.
“Don’t touch him.” I warned him and his
friends to stay away from my brother.
“Or else what?” He took my waist from
his other hand and pulled me closer. I
didn’t know what to do. I seriously
don’t. I have planned sceneries in my
mind, where I would fight people back if
I ever get into a situation like this. But
right now standing in this empty
parking lot with my best friend and my
brother, I seriously didn’t know what to
“What is your problem, what did I do to
you?” I looked up to him and even
though I tried not to cry and be a bad
ass chic. I failed. I ended up crying in
front of everyone.
And just like that he let me go and Farid
and all his friends started laughing. I
never felt humiliated like this ever
before. Maybe it was all a joke and a bet
or whatever it was. It was pathetic. All of
them went back to their car pretending
as if nothing happened. I mean
seriously, are they out of their freaking
mind? What kind of people were they?
“Was that…?” Sobia was about to say his
name and that’s the last thing I wanted
to hear at this point.
“Don’t Sobia, and Sabir promise me you
won’t tell Ammi what happened.” I
looked at brother and he shook his
head. Even he was way too freaked out
to say anything else. Looking at my
brother made me feel even worse. He
looked so helpless. I can’t just let this go
and let Farid feel as if it was nothing.
I don’t know how I got my guts back
but instead of getting into the car, going
home and never looking back like a
normal human being. I decided to go
towards where Farid and his friends
were standing, still laughing.
“Get in the car, I’ll be back.” I told them
before any of them could stop me. I have
had enough of this. I walked where
Farid and his friends were standing.
“Look who is here.” One of his friends
said to him. Farid had his back on me
and when he turned around to face me,
he looked at me as if he is seeing me for
the first time.
“Hey it was a bet” He said while smoking
his stupid cigarette. I don’t believe this.
He didn’t even consider apologizing. I
already made up my mind and there is
no way I was going back. I knew I am
probably going to regret this later but
he deserves this after making a fool out
of me in front of his friends like that.
And after going back and forth with my
life choices, I slapped right across his
He was too shocked to say anything and
so were his friends. He was looking at
me as if I have grown another head.
“What did you think Farid, I was just
going to go back home crying? Did you
really expect I wasn’t strong enough to
stand against you after you treated me
like that?” I looked right at him. He
needed to be reminded about how to
“Don’t you dare ever doing this to me or
anyone else for that matter? Just
because I didn’t say anything to you
earlier doesn’t mean you can do
anything you like.” I shouted this time
not carrying who else is listening at this
I went back to the car and Sobia and
Sabir looked at me like I have gone
“What are you staring at, lets get going.”
I said putting my seatbelt on.
“Wow. That was so cool Appi.”Sabir said
from the back giving me a high-five.
“No it was not cool, Laila do you any idea
what you did just now?” Sobia was not
having it. I could tell she was scared and
honestly I was too but what’s the worst
that could happen?
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