Alnihayya

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"So...then should I steal a few guns from Zeyara's room. Like I stole this one?"
I picked up the tiny gun that had fallen from my hand on the ground and showed it to baba.

His eyes widened in shock when he saw the weapon in my hand. "Mashal throw that away!"

"Baba it's just a tiny gun. I think it's probably a fake one." I said, confused as to why he would be so scared of a tiny gun when he had been using weapons his own life.

"Fake gun? Mashal it's the worst type of gun you could get your hands on. It's a Russian radiation gun which affects brain cells essentially leading to mind control."

As soon as the words escaped his mouth I panicked and threw the gun on the ground. "So it wasn't a water gun after all!"

Dad stifled a chuckle. "Where did you get that idea from?"

"Well..." I already felt embarrassed of what I was going to say. "Zeyara had coffee in his base so I thought he might even have a fake gun?"

He shook his head incredulously. "You know why I set the button to turn Zeyara's room into a base in the headboard?"

"Why?" I asked, while he still tried to control his laughter.

"Beceuse I thought all the intelligent FBI agents or the army secret service would search for it in difficult hidden places. Only the stupidest person would go and press the headboard."

I frowned crossing my arms in front of me. "Are you trying to say I'm stupid?"

"No way! I mean you are clever. No one else in their right mind could've ever found it" He chuckled.

"Baba!"

He laughed once again and I frowned but inside I knew he was right.
Sanan was right. I'm a different kind of stupid.

"Alright, now I need to leave." He said picking up the radiation gun I had thrown on the floor. His tone had suddenly gone serious again. "28th February, 4 o' clock. Don't pack any clothes and don't even by mistake, bring your cell phone with you."

"Yes sir!" I put my hand on my forehead and tried saluting him as if he was an army general.

Baba chuckled and pursed his lips before adding. "I know you're excited but once you get there you won't want to stay for more than a week."

"They don't have wifi?"

He gave me an 'are you serious?' look before turning around and uttering, "Fi amanillah."

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"You'll be gone for exactly how long?" Uncle Suleiman asked, his face lined with worry.

"Ummm a few weeks?" I replied, unsure of the actual length of my so called stay at my 'aunt's house.'

Uncle Suleiman grabbed the remote from the table in front of him and powered off the telivision.
"Weeks?!"

I bit my lip, staring down at my hands in my lap. I knew it would be difficult to make up an excuse for this and I had even calculated the risk.
The thing is however, I've never been good with calculations.

When I didn't say anything, he continued speaking. "Okay I know something is wrong. Has it got to do anything with Zeyara?"

"No! Not at all No!" I shrieked, almost jumping up from my chair and then immediately regretted my actions. My reaction had shown how much it had actually got to do with Zeyara.