Chapter 2

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Asma and noor's bedroom
Asma's POV

I walked home remembering the previous incident
Flashback
I walked towards the cafeteria only to find Hashim kissing that slut(note the sarcasm)

I just hate her,she has been flirting with him,she is always with him and now she finally got her way

"She is a Muslim for goodness sake",I mentally screamed

As salaam alaikum,I'm home
I was welcomed home by the pleasant aroma of my dads food

I walked to the kitchen hugging my dad from behind Afternoon daddy

" Oh,its my princess how was school today",he said putting a piece of his homemade cookie's in my mouth and bringing a cup of milk to my mouth while I sipped it

Well...Well having a lovey dove time together huh and leaving us behind

My brother who is two years older than me with my sister Safiyya known as Noorie who is six years old now

Come here", my father motioned they both join us before he pulled us into an enamored hug

After a minute we all pulled out"Asma go and freshen up while I finish preparing the meal

OK I exclaimed pecking his cheeks I walked upstairs jumping


I walked into our(I and noorie)bathroom took my bath ruffling my hair with a towel

Uktee,my sister noor called I averted my gaze from the mirror to the bed where she was sitting

Yes,my baby I smiled at the poor girl she didn't even get a chance to meet mom,mom died as soon as she gave birth to noor

Uktee is it true that I look like mom?( she asked smiling)

Yes,baby I answered as I sighed

I sat on the bed with her on my lap

"You exactly like umma..the way you smile...the way you behave....the way you look..." I felt noor hand on my cheek I ran my finger's over my cheek only to feel tears I am crying!!!

Uktee ,please don't cry I'm sorry

"No baby it's not your fault", I palmed her face before pecking her forehead, cheeks and lips

I love you noor we all love you

I know sis I love you too

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