Published September 7, 2014 by katysoqewl

My report came and as expected i got my two A’s in Lo and Biology. I missed science by like 2 marks or something, but the deal was that if  i get the two A’s, we get to go to Madeena for the entire December holidays. Zahra and thems( my English is bad) syllabus is very different, bu they made it, Alhamdulillah, she got 4 A’s and Muhammed, lets just say he got a girls brains because he got 6 A’s. He never stopped waving that Arabic written report card in my face the entire December holidays.

I have got to say that i was quite impressed in his sudden change in dress, i mean he use to to wear kurta and stuff, but this was beyond CLASSY.

Jumuah, as we all got dressed and Zahra and i fought for an abaya, muhammed entered the living room. My mouth jaw dropped open. Arab model in the house!!! Black beard, ivory ring, white kurta, black turban, Ferrari shoes and bhakhoor oud perfume. Zahra looked at me, smiled and went to give him a Jumuah Mubarak hug. I hate her, she did that just to make me jealous. She left the room witht he abaya leaving muhammed and i alone. Earth please swallow me up, i look like a tornado just hit me.

“ asalamualykum Nasreen and jumuah Mubarak. Jumuahs noor really does do you good”

“ jumuah Mubarak to you too and are you trying to imply something?”

“ no just that today you have more noor than the normal day nasreen noor”

I probably turned every shade of red

“ well jazakallah”

“ aameen, anyway i’m late for jumuah, you know Haafidh Muhammed likes to be in the first saff” he said breaking our staring..

“ yeah, i know”

Perfect was an understatement for that Jumuah and it made me love the day even more.

Today is another one of my favorite Fridays. My husband is changing to go to Haram for Jumuah salaah as i garnish my freshly made pavlova. As he hurries out, he bypasses the kitchen. He halts comes back into the kitchen and hugs me or more like squashes me from behind.

“ i love you Haafidha Nasreen..” he says as he hands me a bunch of Dahlia flowers.

“ i love you too Hafidh Muhammed Rayhaan”





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