I stopped dead in my tracks as I put my bag down. Yaseen had a cut across the side of his face. Dad must have been in one of his moods and took it out on Yaseen. I went over to his place and almost instantly my vision blurred and I could feel water streaming down my cheeks.. Instead of me comforting him, here I was sobbing like a baby.. “It’s okay Nasreen , it wasn’t that bad.. ”
“You… You.. You have a mark, Yaseen.. Why didn’t you cone over last night?”
“I didn’t want to trouble your mum.. She would have worried sick..”
“Yaseen, you could have come by my window.. I would have opened for you”
“It’s okay Nas.. Seriously.. Now can you wipe the tears from your face please, I don’t want to have to explain why I made the pretty Nasreen Mahomed cry..
I laughed and wiped the tears.. No matter how sad he was, he could always put a smile on others faces.. The day passed and well he came by and told me what happened.. We had some tea and cakes, watched some series and then he went for asr. Something about him was different when he came back. Apart from the disheveled hair and dust clad Kurta, there was a tinge of joy in his eyes and at the core of my heart, I felt something, till now I’m not sure what it was, but it was an emotion that was indescribable.. We spent the afternoon till Maghreb making salads since dad was trying out this diet, which I knew was never going to last anyway, but oh well we grated and peeled our time away.. We had just finished clearing the table, and dad and Yaseen were having their own conversations, about some stock market related business.. Their conversations bore me, so I slipped into my room and checked all my social medias.. Well, there really wasn’t that much to see anyway.. The house phone rang and I ran to answer it.. Heads up I’m the secretary in this house.. It was Yaseens dad asking were he is and why he wasn’t at home.. The usual story.. I told him that Yaseen will be there soon and we hung up the phone.. I think that it’s unintended, but I automatically add a tinge of disgust in my voice when I converse with him.. He barely even knows who he is speaking to, so I doubt he even realizes it, but today he seemed a bit sober.. He seemed more frustrated than doped up…
It wasn’t long before my theory was proven correct and Yaseens dad showed up, all buoyed up in formal wear.. He never had the usual stench of alcohol on his breath,but his fierce black eyes were ever so prominent..