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There are some days in life when you just want to curl in a ball and hide in the deepest of Hogwart's Chamber of Secrets, comfortable in Basilisk(the snake) warm body, away from the world.
Zeeniya's wanted that more than ever right now, away from everything.

Looking at her left side she catch a glimpse of the idiot beside her whose head was rested on the steering wheel. The mop of brown hair messed up due to the rain water and the stubble slightly grown.

Its definitely the morphine!

"How long do you think are we stuck here?"

"Umm...let's see...." Nayal said putting a finger on his chin.

"Jam! My phone was inside my bag!" Zeeniya was now clearly regretting putting her phone in hibernation.

"Mine is missing." Nayal shrugged off not wanting to think about that night.

He just wanted to pinch her cheeks! She looked super cute in the half leather jacket and the cream knitted scarf that made it's way to her chin or maybe above. A grey hijab was loosely secured around her hair. He never knew anyone has an affect one someone like that. He was well aware of that all of these 'feelings' and knew that he should keep them under control to save himself from the Fire.
He just recited Astaghfirullah whenever something like that crossed his mind.

"Shabash beta!(Very good son!)" Zeeniya clapped letting her sarcasm take the control.

"Beta? Shut it Zeen!"

"Its Zeeniya. Pleaseee...." She said putting her palm in front of her in a sassy manner which caused a sudden urge for Nayal to laugh out loudly.

Zeeniya rested her head on the window playing with the little thread escaping the grey hijab.

She really needs a new one...

"Umm...Zeen. I mean Zeeniya can I ask you something? Promise me you won't attack me, there is not enough space here to protect myself."

"Coward! Anyways...shoot."

"What happened to your Mum? You don't have to answer it if you don't want to." Nayal sudde ly regretted his choice of question.

Its a little early to pop the question Nayal!

Zeeniya shamelessly scrutinized his face studying his expressions, deciphering the answer to the simple yet the most complicated question.

"She... em...she passed away a few years back." Nayal could sense the dryness of her throat due to the scratchy voice.

"Four years ago."

"Four years, eight months and seven days to be exact." She said toying with the locket dangling from her neck.

"I'm sorry." Was all he could manage.

"You didn't kill her so stop being sorry." She didn't know why she snapped at him but she...just did.

"I know."

A grave silence followed in the car. Zeeniya looked down at her blue pajamas and the green knee length shirt that definitely made her look like a hobo. But clearly the leather jacket saved it.

"You must have taken after your mum. With the eyes and all. Because none of your brothers have the same as yours." Nayal spoke after analyzing his words.

"Yeah." It was strange for Zeeniya to think that he noticed her eyes but I guess everyone does.

"You know Zeeniya from the time I know you, I have some observations about you." Nayal turned to her and smiled trying to cheer up the air.

"I'm listening."

"You act all tough and strong but from the inside you are like all other mundanes. You see, you think that no one around you notices it but sometimes there are people who are precise with observations."

Zeeniya's silence urged Nayal to move forward but she beat him to it.

"You think it didn't affect me that my own flesh and blood walked out on me?!? When I just came back from the edge of the grave!
It hurts when people made up things and all sorts of stupid rumours about you!"

Nayal knew what was she talking about.
He accidentally eavesdropped on the heated argument between the siblings. And he felt himself guilty of what happened. He knew that there was nothing going on between them but people are born to talk. They find different people everyday to fill their gossips.

"Well, maybe I overreacted but still! He is my freaking elder brother! She should have a little pint of trust in me." Her loud booming voice was not what took Nayal off guard but it was the way she was talking; natural and freely.

"If I don't show my pain that doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt. It freaking hurts when your brother dumps you and leave the country without an Allah Hafiz!"

Nayal didn't interrupted her. He wanted her to let it all out, all of the frustation and anger. That should get out of her body, otherwise it will just decay her from the inside.

"But you know what...I am strong! Allah S.W.T has given me strength to bare all these hardships. When I can feel my mum dying on my lap then I can face anything, anything in the world." Her voice cracked at the last part.

Zeeniya was puzzled by her burst out too. She never ever let these things slip out of her mouth. She never show her weakness, her pain but today...she did. A part was her was praising her on the rant whilst the other part was cursing her on why she told Nayal all of that. Over the span of the one week, she started finding him bearable. It wasn't easy to given three bottles of your blood to someone else or taking her out of the hospital to meet her family.

She trusted him! Zeeniya thought.

She started trusting me! Nayal's mind announced.

"As far as Omar is concerned, he is just stressful of his life. You know about the wedding and his job and even the thought of living in another country without your family." Zeeniya knew that Nayal was at some point right.

'And for your Mum, may Allah grant her forgiveness and reward you for your courage and bravery." He prayed leaving Zeeniya to wonder about the guys dual faces.

"And one more thing,...don't use that beautiful smile to hide the wounds and scars." Murmuring these words, he turned to the opposite side, closing his eyes and waited for sleep to engulf him.

Zeeniya was beyond dumbstruck, so she copied his action and smiled remembering old times.
Usually she didn't feel any attachments to people this time Omar's act left a scar on her heart.

Shutting the world out, she remembered the old times.

"Hold my hand, and don't ever let it go." Omar chanted taking his hand into mine and entwining our fingers. She always wondered how big her brother's hands were and hers were small and delicate.

The two siblings walked hand in hand to the park whilst all the other kids ran around like wild elephants.

In less than a few minutes, the little football ground was filled with young boys mostly between the age of 7 to 10. Zeeniya could easily spot Zayed and Adam tossing the ball among their friends. They hollered and cheered when someone goaled, they were indeed having fun.

Slowly she left the grip on her hand getting loose. Looking down, she found Omar hesitantly sliding his hand away. The little five year old, dressed in a lime green frock with white ballerina shoes didn't realize how badly her brother wanted to play with the boys.

"You sit here and I'll be right back." He picked up Zeeniya in his small arms and her sat down on one of the benches.

"But you said that I should hold your hand and should never ever let it go." Innocence reflected from her voice with a fine line of tears sitting on the edge of her eyes. Omar slowly peeled himself away from Zeeniya and went the play ground. He was aware of his mother's warning of not letting his sister be alone.

As soon as Omar entered the ground, he had a tiny shadow following him. He jumped in surprise and dogded the ball which would have nearly hit Zeeniya in her face.

"I told you to sit there. Why would you come here?"

"Mum said not to leave your hand." She answered, irritating her brother for a moment but as he stared in her Pacific blue eyes and his tone softened.

"Yeah...I know. Go and sit there." He guided her towards the bench.

"Achaa..." And without anything else she made her way back leaving her brother in the field.

Within a few minutes, Omar faced the same situation again ad his sister was standing beside him again.

He was beyond angry but seeing the tears on her little face and a muddy football stain on her dress. He was really mad that Mum has given him Zeeniya's responsibility saying 'he was a big boy to take care of his sister'.

"Its the last time I'm saying 'go and sit there. And pleaseee let me play.' Omar said angrily, taking a glance at his friends who were laughing at him making him feel stupid.

And again she walked back like a penguin to the bench. She wanted to throw off the dress and the bow in her hair and wanted to play with her brothers but they didn't want her to.

I will tell Mummy! She thought.

In a nanosecond the football came flying in her direction and hit her on the arm with such a force that the little girl fell back to the ground.

All the boys rushed her aid as one of the older man asked for her parents number to call them.

Omar crouched down to her level, wiping the visible tear stains from her face and muttering something over and over again, causing a few adults to stop and look at the chaos.

"I'm sorry Zee. I promise I'll never ever let go."

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