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***Amira's POV***

"Mazin?" I question, confusion evident in my face.

"Amira?" He queries with a shocked look on his face.

"Ahmed!" My stupid brother yells.

Idiot.

"I'm not cleaning that up," My imbecilic brother says, shaking his head.

"I didn't ask you." I reply.

"Can you look where you're going or are you thinking about him?" Ahmed says looking down at Mazin before leaving the room.

"What are you doing here?" Mazin asks awkwardly whilst scratching his head.

This is so awkward.

"Amira clean this mess up; I'm really sorry Mazin. I have such a clumsy daughter," My father interrupts.

Wait? How does my father know Maizn? And when can I get my new car?!

"It's fine, sir. Your daughter wasn't looking where she was going," Mazin says, grinning at my dad.

You better tell the truth.

"Yeah, my daughter doesn't look where she's going," My father replies, shaking his head at me, he turns back and goes back to the living room.

Thank God! He had embarrassed me enough.

But What?

I do look where I'm going.

"So... what are you doing here, Amira? Couldn't get enough of me at school?" Mazin says with a smirk. Jerk.

What?

I didn't come here for him. I came for my bab- car.

"I could ask you the same thing, Mazin. What are you doing here? Staking me perhaps?" I place my hands on my hips acting all high and mighty. Mazin bursts out laughing whilst clutching his stomach.

Was I that funny?

I glare at him so he can stop fooling around but he doesn't.

"S-st-stalking y-you? As if! T-th-this is my house," He continues to laugh as I comprehend what he's saying.

"This is your house?" I start panicking.

This is my bully's house. I'm in my bully's house.

"Duh, you went here before. How could you forget?" Mazin explains 

I mentally slap myself. Of course I've been here before. I've studied here.

"Can you answer my question now?" He says as his laughter died down.

What question?

I look at him confused.

"Why are you here?" He folds his arms across his chest.

"To get my car," I say as his jaw drops and his eyes widen.

"Close your mouth, pretty boy. We don't want any bugs crawling in and wh-," I cut myself of as soon as I realised what I said.

"Pretty boy? Really? Couldn't you at least say handsome boy? I think I deserve that. " He gives me a goofy smile.

Oh my Allah.

"Are guys done having your moments of laughters?" My brainless brother says as he stands behind us.

I actually love him at this moment for saving me from more embarrassment. What a great brother I have.

I quickly lower my head and speed walk to the living room as Mazin follows behind leaving quite a large space between us.

I take a seat next to my father and Ahmed sits next to Mazin, his parents and some kid who's fast asleep and snoring.

"Mazin, why don't you take Amira and show her your car?" Mazin's mother says, looking at me with a smile.

His car? It's his car?

What?!

He stands up from his seat and I follow behind him. Ahmed stands up too whilst scratching his head but sits back down when my father spoke up.

"Ahmed, sit. We have something to discuss with you," My father orders him once he sees Ahmed standing.

"Good luck bro," I whisper to him and walk out of the living room to find Mazin standing there taking to a girl.

"Hi. You must be the famous Amira Mazin always talks about," She gives me a smile and shakes my hand.

He talks about me?

I just nod not knowing what else to do.

"I'm Mazin's sister, in case your wondering. My names Nabila." She says.

I wasn't wondering but okay.

"Come on, if you want the car," Mazin speaks up looking at me then lowering his gaze.

I nod.

"Car? What car?" She looks between me and Mazin, confusion evident on her face.

"We're giving the car away," He looks at her nervously.

Why is he nervous?

"Your giving Najeeb's car away? Why would you do that it was th-," Nabila gets cut off by Mazin.

"I don't want it anymore," He shakes his head. How can he not want a gorgeous Mercedes? Oh well, at least I'll have it.

She stares at him whilst shaking his head leaving us standing in silence.
He opens the door to the garage with me trailing behind him, leaving some distance between us.

"There's your Mercedes," I smile with joy knowing that I don't have to ride in Ahmed's manky car anymore.

I look at Mazin who's eyes looks sad. He better not have any thoughts getting back this car because once it's mine, it stays mine.

"Boy, you better not change your mind," I give him a glare and in return he gives me a toothy grin.

"Hey, who's car was this anyways?" I say, touching the car and not taking my eyes off it.

"It was my car. Najeeb, my brother, gave it to me as a birthday present," He gives me a sad smile.

I look at him as if he's hiding something.

"Where is he? Why do you seem sad," I say, acting as if care.

"Gone."

"How is he gone?" This kid is confusing me.

"Gone. Dead." He says, his eyes brimming with tears. He turns away from me, trying to conceal it.

But I already saw.

The two words break my heart, as it makes him cry.

"How?" This time I genuinely care.

"Long story," He wipe his tears and looks at me.

"I have time," I say sitting on the front of the car and patting a space next to me gesturing him to sit.

He saunters over to the seat next to me. I give him a smile to encourage him.

"Where should I start off?" He whispers.

"Never Mind, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to." I don't want him to tell me against his own will. What if he starts crying. It will be my fault since I brought up the topic.

I get really uncomfortable in situations like this. Im not the calming and comforting type.

He takes a big breath.

"He died in a car accident," He whispers, his eyes full of sadness.

"Oh," That's all I reply not know what else to say.

Like I said I'm really not good at comforting others since all I did was comfort myself rather than others due to the bullying at school.

"Amira, I'm really sorry for the past years. I was in a bad place and I took it out on you. Please, for the sake of Allah, forgive me." He turns to me, dropping the subject of his bother probably because it was hurting him.

I grin like an idiot.

"They always say forgive and forget,"

He give me a thumbs up like and nods his head agreeing to with me. Although, I probably won't forget, I forgive him.

"This is the first time we talked like normal people," He says smiling.

Yeah it is.
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It's really short because it was a filter chapter. (:

I also only updated because you guys left off really good comments that brought a smile to my face.

Anyways you guys please fast for Ramadan for Allah not because of your parents, friends are doing do or your culture does do it for Allah.

"Allah has decreed this month(Ramadan) the best of all months. the days of this months are the best of all days, the nights are the best of all nights, and the hours during Ramadan are the best hours." -[Al-Bayhaqi]

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@islamicfreedom: The Prophet ﷺ said:
"Allah will not stop forgiving you unless you stop seeking forgiveness."

As-salamu alaykum <3