Photo to Ayesha's Outfit, up there ^
I wake up to the sound of the annoying alarm clock, and press it to turn it off.
Today was Monday which meant University.
Don't get me wrong. I love to study, but waking up, is always tough for me.
I get up from the comfy bed, put on my slippers and walk to the bathroom. I do the daily routine of brushing my teeth and taking a bath. I go back to my room. It was a big bedroom, with peach walls and a queen size bed. I had a bookshelf that had all of my favorite books. You see, I love reading, and when I am bored, I don't go on Facebook or any other social media, like any typical teenager. I just sit on my comfy bed and read Maze Runner or Harry Potter.
I walk to my closet and look for classy clothes, after searching for a coupe mins. I settle on white jeans, white shirt and a white coat, as weird as it sounds, it actually looks pretty good. The hijab I picked for it is peach colored which complements the look pretty well.
"Ayesha, dear! Come down, Breakfast is ready!" Ammi, called out.
Yes, I live with my family. My brother is 25 years old and is a police officer. My whole family is educated and I am grateful for that. Uneducated people disgust me. After changing my clothes, I pick out light peach colored small heels, I am not a fan of big heels. I put on eyeliner and pink gloss and walk downstairs.
I see my brother in his uniform, eating breakfast. My papa is reading a newspaper, and my Ammi is preparing tea.
"I'm here" I say, trying to get their attention.
"Took you long enough" My papa says, looking up from the newspaper.
"Girls.." My brother, Hussain, says, shaking his head.
I simply shake my head and walk to the table and sit besides my brother.
"So, how's work going, Hussain?'' I ask, trying to create a conversation.
"Hmm, good, No big crimes happening lately" My brother said, joy evident in his voice.
I just nodded in reply and looked over to my papa.
My papa is a handsome man, with his black hair and yellowish-gold eyes, my brother kind of looks like him. Ammi enters the living room with a tray in her hand, her hair is made in a bun, and she looks gorgeous. Ammi is really the most beautiful woman I have ever seen with her light brown hair and brown eyes. Sadly I didn't get that from her, but I have grey eyes and black hair and I proud of who I am. At least I study, unlike some pretty girls in my school who seem to come for a fashion show to the university.
Ammi places the tray on the table and I reach for my cup.
Ammi made pancakes for breakfast today, and I have to admit, they were very delicious. I look at the time on my watch.
I only have 10 minutes, so I quickly eat my breakfast, tasting the deliciousness of the food and then drink my hot tea.
"Ammi, I should go now, only 10 minutes are left and I have to revise for my test too" I say, before picking up my bag.
I walk to my Ammi and kiss her on the cheek, ruffle my brother's hair, and say goodbye to my papa.
Oh! Did I mention my father is very rich? Educated people always have a good life.
As I walk out of my mansion-like house. I wince at the heat. I can never walk in this weather to University. I will have to find a taxi.
Ammi - Is the urdu word for mother/mom
Hello Popsicles ! How are yall doin? I hope you're doing great. This is the first chapter and as I've said before English is not my first language so if you find any grammatical errors, please PM me and let me know. Please click that little star button and comment. Comments always motivate me to write more! So let me know your opinions on this chapter down below.
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[Completed][Might contain lots of grammatical errors. Read at your own risk] [Contains various sentences of the language 'Urdu' but translations are provided at the end] Description:- Ahmed Bilal, aged 24, lives in the city of Karachi. He works as a...