Salam Alaykum! I hope you're all in the best state of health and Iman. This is my second book! My first one is called, 'Under that Scarf.' Please check it out if you haven't ;) Just a little notice before you begin reading iA.
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Chapter One
What you seek is seeking you- Rumi
'I got it!' Bela squeals and wraps her mother in a tight hug. The lady gasps with her wooden spoon in hand and begins giggling as well. They stand in the kitchen with an array of sauces bubbling before them but nothing could distract them at this point.
'AlhamdhuliAllah! Veo que te dije!' (All Praise and Thanks is for Allah! See I told you!) The old Maria holds her daughter's shoulders and grins at her proudly.
'Si, pero yo tíeno miedo.' (Yes, but I was scared) She gives her mother a sheepish look and bites her nails.
'Dios hay.' (God is there) Bela nods overwhelmed by all that happened today. She graduated in an international business degree and took a three month break. Within that time, she travelled and learned so much about her country and faith. All that she is absolutely in love with. Now she's back and ready to thrust her talent into the business world. She applied at many companies as well as the Jabir Corporation but never thought she'd actually get in. A phone call less than twenty minutes ago proved her wrong.
'What is all this noise?' Old Thabith enters the kitchen with two adolescent girls trailing behind him.
'Papa! I got in.' His crinkly eyes widen in shock.
'What?'
'I know!' She races over to her chubby father and hugs him.
'That's wonderful my Bela!'
'That's unbelievable.' Thabith and one of the twins say in unison.
'Not bad B.' The other sister exclaims.
'Thank you and may Allah reward you both for the Duas you made.' She says genuinely and squeezes their cheeks. The twins are Sara and Sumayya; Sara is older by a minute and two seconds, she's of a medium height with a more serious personality. She's quiet, more like the speak when spoken to kind. Sumayya is of the same stature but is slightly chubbier. She's forward and fun loving. Their older sister however is a wonderful mix of the two. Young, affectionate, organized, stubborn and beautiful.
'Well we must celebrate no?' Maria takes out some money from the cupboard and hands it to her husband. 'Mi amor go buy us some ice cream.' (My love)
'Si papa, ir!' (Go) Sumayya pats his shoulder. Thabith makes a face at his wife. He's been married to this Spanish woman for 27 years and he still can't understand the words she says. Words of love he has become accustomed to but everything else is way above his thinking pattern. His three daughters on the other hand have been blessed with their mother's good looks and ability to speak the sophisticated language. Bela is the one who really took it to a whole other level, her interest and love for it made her mother teach her several others'. She speaks seven different languages, she's what you call a polyglot. As much as he's happy about it he can't help but feel a little envious.
