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Zeeniya

I followed Omar's gaze which halted at the rainbow. Errmmm....I mean the girl standing by the door.
At first I thought maybe she dressed for some fancy dress party but when she sat in the sofa beside her father I was sure my brother bit off more than he could chew.

I once again dare to take a look at her. Her blue long shirt was efficiently showing of her perfect height. She had a green top with a red jacket and purple hijab. Her face wasn't marinated in makeup. She just had dark blue line on her eye lids, me being the make up loser didn't know what was it called. Who cares ? The lips were adourned in light orange lipstick. Only a little of her yellow pumps could be seen.

I gulped in my surprise when I  looked at her once again. There were more than twenty bracelets on both of her wrists. Approximately five or more lockets were dangling from under her hijab.
To be honest, she could be easily compared to a candy shop. No offence.

Slowly, I turned my head towards Adam and Zayd who probably had the same expression as me and Dani that piece of poop was shamelessly smirking.

For a while she sat there nervously smiling obediently answering Dad's questions and blushing whenever Omar looked at her. I felt like gagging observing their weird moment.

"So Abiha beta what made you accept the proposal of this stupid son of mine?" Dad asked, taking a sip of his chai.

The question alone sat her face on fire and her stare shifted to Omar who was scratching the back of his neck. That monkey!

"Well, I have known him for a long time and when he told me he wanted to talk to Dad I was like why not give him a chance. Look at him he is handsome except for the little dent on his nose.He has a good career and most importantly his imaan is stronger than mine. And you know Uncle, all my friends were so jealous. They were like 'OMA! HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?' Then by I had to tell them that we studied in the same college. Although there was nothing haram going in between us." She babbled in one breath motioning her hands with every word, making her Crayola painted nails more stand out.

Everyone of my family member (excluding Omar) had their mouth hung down, touching the floor. My eyes couldn't believe it. A moment ago she was blushing and now she acting as if are her best friends whom she invited for a girls night.

I'm not a shy a girl myself but that people, that was a transformation was even faster than the transformers robots.

Where has that shy girl gone?
Did the earth swallow her or the sky hid her?

As I was digesting her personality, mind it that wasn't easy, Dad called out for me.

"Zeen, sweetie why don't you go with Abiha. Get to know each other." I mentally scowled at Dad's suggestions.

"Dad I'm not the one marrying her." I fake smiled causing Abiha's family to burst into laughter. Ahhhh....  i pity people who fail to understand my sarcasm.

Standing up I followed the overly excited, sugar-rushed Abiha, when someone grabbed my arm from behind.

"Don't you dare be yourself in front of her. You get it?Or I'll personally pack in a box and ship you off to Antarctica." Omar passed me a phony smile.

"Oh my beautiful sister, you forgot your phone." He quickly snatched the phone from my hand and then presented it to me.

What an actor!

I mentally marvelled his drama abilities and went upstairs with Abiha, leaving my brother in suffering of the wrath of desi people.

~*~

"Your room is.... nice." I blurted out with thinking. I don't usually lie but at times like this I have to be a harami.

"Awww...thank you so much honey. That's so sweet of you." She blew me a kiss and continued showing me her dresses and jewelry which didn't gain a single percent of my interest.

I scanned the room once again. The walls we're painted pastel pink, purple, blue and green. The headboard had fairy lights entangled and the dresser was over flowing with jewelry, make up and what not.

"Barca or Arsenal?" I popped a question.

"Umm... what?" Her perplexed look showed a bit of disappointment that I wasn't paying attention to her earlier.

"Which team do you support?Please tell me it's Barca."

"Sweetie what team are you talking about?" I stared at her like a kid who looks at a monkey in the zoo.

"You don't follow football ?" I asked with deep surprise.

"Nah. Ali does. I don't know why twenty two people, twenty three including the referee are running around for just... ONE BALL."

She just threw off the football from Mount Everest then dumped it in the grinder and threw it in the Pacific Ocean. I felt like standing by football's grave and offering Faitha.

I took a deep breath which was followed by an awkward silence.
For more than half an hour I sat there with her, concealing my real self just for the sake of my brother but there was nothing common between us.

She like make up. I can't even name three pieces of it.
I loved football. She thinks Messi is in Australia's cricket team.*face palm*
She had zillions of hijabs. I only have three.
She adore colors. I think the world should be black and white.

All the things I need to know about her as my sister in law are:

•She is a Pakistani. A pure breed.
•She had done in major in child psychology. The attitude shows it.
•Her family is small. Including the parents and a younger brother.

"Ummm, Zeeniya?" She broke the ice, directing my attention towards her.

"Yeah."

"I'm really sorry about your mother. Omar told me but I didn't have... I didn't have the courage. I'm sorry." She sat down next to me, she took my arm, stroking it.

"Shut up. Just....please..."

I snatched it with a sudden jerk, causing her to remove her hand quickly. I didn't regret my reaction. People need to know their limitations, you shouldn't barge into other's personal matters. I saw her wearing a guilty expression.

"I think we should head back. They must be waiting for us." She abruptly stood up, faked a smile and we both made our way downstairs.

~*~

Am I really that bad? I'm mad at Garrett. I'm mad at Jason and Sid. I also angry at Adam and the there is Nayal. Well, I have every right in this world to be mad at him.
I feel like I'm a snobby, stubborn girl who just want a chance to fight with people.

"Zeeniya Amal Tahan!" All my attention jumped to the hand that slammed on the table.
I gave flustered look to Dad who was the only one present there.

"Yeah?" My voice was small and tired from the sleepless nights.

Dad opened his mouth to maybe scold me, I assume but when he saw my face his angry expression melted.

"Is everything alright?" Now he had my full attention.  We were sitting on the breakfast table. Dani was getting ready for school and the other two were snoring in their beds.

"I don't know." For the first time in the past few weeks I didn't lie about my feelings.

"Did something happen? Are you upset with Hamdan? "

"No Dad. I don't mind him. He is just...disturbed. I guess I have trouble sleeping." That wasn't a lie.

"Why?"

"I don't know. Can you prescribe me some sleeping pills?" I requested hopefully.

"Zeeniya... honey. Come here." He motioned me to sit beside him. Instead I sat on the floor with my head rested on his legs. I could fell him stroking my hair.

"I know there is something going on in that head of yours. Talk to me, baby. Please, you and I both know that this has happened before. Sleepless nights, dark circles, absurd dreams. There is only one way out of it; talking to someone. Talk to anyone. Anybody you want. Just let it all out. Don't let it rot you from inside. Sleeping pills aren't the solution." He kissed my head and when he looked up at me I saw the same fear in him. The one I saw four years back.

Getting rid of all the bad thoughts, I recited Astaghfirullah and wrapped my hijab.

"So what did they say about the wedding?" I needed to show some interest in Omar's wedding although I wish from the deepest pit of my heart that I didn't have to.

" Well, Omar suggested that we should have the Nikkah in the next few weeks and when he will go back to the States, he will work his way through the via process and everything."

"Thats a good idea. But Dad can we not invite that whole family of ours. They creep me out." I whispered the last part.

"No no. It would be just the close ones. You know Omar, he wants everything simple. But I think he should talk to Abiha once. A girl have some dreams." He spared a glance at his wrist watch and stood up.

"That girl has something more than dreams. Dad, she reminds me as if a candy shop got raided by the extra large pack of Crayola."

"Zeen that isn't the way to talk about your sister in law." He stated sternly. I stared at him for a moment and then we both burst into fists of laughter.

"Okay beta, I guess that's enough. If we keep laughing like this I will surely get late for the surgery. And I'll be back early, InshaAllah, so we can go out for dinner." He picked up his keys and after saying Salam he headed for the hospital.

As I sat on the Ninja, I saw Dani running towards me from the house.
He stood there panting, looking at me intently.

"What?"

"I think you are the only who can help me."

"What made you think I'll help you? " I crossed my arms, clutching the helmet tightly.

"Because you also got kicked out of school once."

Abiha's outfit on top
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