*3 year later*
Sarah POV:
"Huzaifah son, get in bed." I was so tired being awake all night for him. "I'm going outside! Grandma's gonna look after you." I hollered at my two years old son. Yes, I was pregnant and I gave birth to Benyamin's son and Benyamin still... never returned.
Is he dead? No he's not. Well, I don't think so!
He must be alive but probably can't find his way to me in this big huge world, after all he never knew where I would be after coming to Canada. Everyone stopped mourning over him after his disappearance that occured few years ago, but I still love him and my heart tells me that he is still out there alive, craving for a family.
Huzaifah was jumping on the bed, being his hyper self, it was all because of the candies my dad spoiled him with. My dad had just came from China, and brought a whole lot of candies that my son happened to be so in love with.
"Huzaifah, go to sleep!" I commanded as he giggled running around the house, totally ignoring me.
Since Benyamin wasn't here, I lived with my parents. Huzaifah ran to my mom and quickly placed his tiny arms around her hiding his head in the crook of her neck. "Mommy meanie." He pointed, taking a peek at me through his closed eyes and then instantly widening them.
My mom carried him and came towards me pretending to be mad. "Sarah stop being a meanie." I rolled my eyes.
"Seriously mom, he needs to sleep now. He's always sleeping at this time, otherwise he'll be cranky the entire day."
"Don't you have to go to university?" My mom questioned me, arching her eyebrows.
"Yeah in like an hour."
"Then get ready." She commanded me. "I'll look after him."
"Thanks mom." I quickly ran upstairs to get ready. Since Benyamin suggested that I should study harder long time ago, I followed his suggestion because I have a son now and I have to support him. I started working harder in my last year of high school and surprisingly they accepted me in the medical field.
I wore my jeans and a knee length dress and wrapped my hijab around my head and ran downstairs with my bag. "SARAH!" My mom yelled.
"Yeah!" I continued wearing my shoes hastily.
My mom made her appearance in front of me. "Sarah you should start wearing an abaya, Benyamin would've liked that." She said with disappointment. "Again, a women's body should be covered modestly and an abaya is loose from all ways. You should be wearing that now!"
"Ya I think so. Bye mom." I said kissing her on the cheek.
"Assala muallaikum Muum." My son yelled waving his hands crazily with a huge grin on his face.
"Bye sweetie." I hugged him and placed a kiss on his head. "I'll be back before you know it." My friend Hafsa came and honked her car in the front of our house. "Girl, wait I'm coming!"
"No I am coming!" Hafsah yelled, coming out to say a quick hi to my adorable son. "Hey Huzaifah, you're sooo cute." My son had the same eyes as me but most of Benyamin's features, especially the dimples that formed whenever he smiled.
Huzaifa grinned at her while Hafsa pulled his cheek making them red. "Oww," My son rubbed his cheek as he jumped into his beloved grandmother arms.
Me and Hafsa went to the same university and took mostly all the classes together. I sat beside Hafsa in the car while she drove us silently to our university. The morning sunlight hit the car window blinding us while I squinted to see the way.
Hafsa was the only person who knew the real story behind my son. "Huzaifah looks nothing like you. Are you sure his your son?" Hafsa joked.
"Not my son, he's Benyamins." I said sarcastically making Hafsa giggle. "Well he looks like a mini him according to my mother in law." I answered thoughtfully.
Hafsa stopped the car and we both walked to class, I sat on my seat waiting for the professor to arrive. Suddenly I felt paper balls hit the back of my hijab. "What?" I gritted out, turning around abruptly to look at the thrower, allowing another paper ball to land right on my face. This was so aggravating!
Uzair was laughing at me from the back of the class with a pack of other guys. I hated that guy, he was a bully in grade 12 and now a stupid classmate in my second year in university. He was also a nineteen year old just like me but few months older. His main mission was to annoy me whenever I was around.
"Nothing." He chuckled trying to be innocent, I rolled my eyes in annoyance as the other boys laughed along with him. How was that funny?
"So Sarah, how was life?" He smirked trying to pick a conversation.
"Good!" I muttered, trying to keep the conversation civilized yet limited as possible. During the entire time in class I felt his stares burning holes in the back of my head. Can't he pay attention to the teacher for once? I ignored him and continued taking notes for the upcoming exams, just so I can become a doctor only for my son.
After class, I started walking home. We'll since Hafsa left early, I had to take the bus. As I boarded the bus-stop I noticed that Uzair was there with his evil smirk again. Not him again!
"What?" I asked frowning. Why the hell does he keep looking at me?
"You're pretty!" He blurted. All Allah's creation are pretty to me, so me being pretty doesn't really surprise me.
"Shut up! Lower your gaze, you muslim." I scowled at him disgusted. Uzair looked startled at first but looked down in embarrassment. Well, he certainly didn't notice what he just blurted out.
As soon as the bus stopped, I quickly ran home as fast as my feet could carry me. I opened the door and found my son covered with chocolate. "MOOOM!" My son yelled jumping on me, covering my face with his chocolate dirty hands. We both fell on the ground and started giggling. "Mom, your ugly!" He said pointing at the chocolate smeared on my face.
"I know but where's my chocolate?" I pouted.
"Here!" He pulled out two chocolate from his pockets, unwrapped them and ploped them in my mouth. "I love you Muum!"
"I love you too dear!" I said with my mouth full, hugging the last adorable thing Benyamin left me with.
"Sarah!" My mom yelled from downstairs. "Your sister is coming. I need you and your son to get ready."
"Sure Mom." I made my way to the kitchen to wash up my son and took him to my room. "Huzaifah, aunty and uncle are coming to see you." I told him placing him on my bed.
He looked up at me and grinned widely. "Really? I love Aunty an Uncle."
I quickly made my son take a bath and changed him into something clean while I also did the same. I finally helped my mom in some of the chores while waiting for my sister with anticipation.
Ding!
"SARAH GET THE DOOR!" My mom yelled.
I dashed towards the door like lightning bolt with my son in my arms, I opened it revealing my huge sister smiling with her beloved husband at her side. Yes! My huge sister was 6 months pregnant with her unborn daughter.
"AUNTY!" My son yelled jumping on my sisters arms, I quickly blocked my ears from bursting.
"HUZAIFAH!" My sister yelled back in excitement. Come on, does she also have to yell too?
"Hey, where's my hug? Doesn't uncle get a hug?" Yusuf pouted, Huzaifa grinned and hugged him too.
"Ahem." I cleared my throat loudly. "Can we do the hugging inside?" I joked, making my sister giggle.
"Look at my pretty sister, who gets prettier everyday." Hajara grinned, moving to hug me next.
I rolled my eyes, "Well, look at my huge sister, getting fatter each day."
Yusuf laughed out heartily. "Sarah that was a nice one." Hajara slapped me in the arm playfully and glared at her husband making him to force his laughter into a coughing fit.
"Sorry, just got something stuck in my throat." He said guiltily.
"Sure you did." Hajara rolled her eyes.
Yusuf took a seat on the sofa with my son on his lap. They resumed their own little childish talk while I spoke with my sister about her unleashing future.