part 3: (nicholas)

“Nicholas….the nanny Will be here in a few minutes blah blah blah blah blah blah blah”

Well that’s what it really sounded like to me…

I don’t usually hear what the woman has to say.. The T.V was blasting, thanks to the surround sound she gifted me on my birthday 3 months back.. And I was too engrossed in my favourite series to bother about what she was blabbing on and on about…

I knew she was gone because there was finally some silence and peace around me….

But not for long…

A few moments later, I could literally hear the grumblings in my tummy…

Oh well! I guess that’s my cue to find something to satisfy my hunger…

Its only then did I notice that the despised, lazy and annoying nanny was sprawled across the couch reading some weird magazine….

She looked at me from the top of the mag:
“What is it you little twit?”

“I’m hungry” I said

“So? What d’you want me to do about it? I’m just a nanny, not your cook or butler….” She squeaked in that annoying voice of hers..

I grinned at her…

“What are you doing?” She was up on 2 feet now…

“Mum….the….”

She grabbed the phone out of my hands and spoke ever so sweetly..
“Hi.. Eh miss abed… Nicky was just telling you that I’m here now so you don’t have to worry….aha…aha… You going to be late?”

She pulled her face and looked at me while I smirked away….

I’m nicholas abed… And I’m the rich spoilt kid who actually doesn’t have it all…

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part 2: (hanzalah)

“Hanzalah sweetheart! Your breakfasts ready… And it getting cold.. Hurry up now…”

“Coming ummi….”

Ummi always spoilt abba and me with the most delectable goodies for breakfast, lunch and supper…

Today was our favourite traditional slow boiled masala tea which mummy is a master at brewing… She puts in the perfect ratio of milk and water and tosses in some of her secret self-ground tea masala which makes the aroma linger all over the house making our tummies growl for more..

With that was some boiled egg and potato curry with freshly fried rotis… Abba and I enjoy ummis chilli pickle and have that with almost all of ummis delicacies..

Today was sunday… abba, ummi and I always spend the afternoon outside in the garden, where we spread out our hand knitted red shawl and play a couple of games of uno..

I’m beginning to become a master at the game… I seem to always win… But ummi and abba probably let me win because they love me so much and always want to see a smile on my face..

I wonder if its going to be the same once my little sister habiba is born…. I’ve been spoilt for a long time and always get all their attention… Things are going to be a little different soon, but nevertheless I’m very excited for my sister to arrive…

I’m hanzalah gujiwala and I’m a happy little boy because of my parents…

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part 1: (SABREEN)

“Who’s there?”

“Who is it?”

“I can’t see..”

“Who is it?”

“Its dark in here.. Who turned off the lights?”

“Mama?”

“Is it you?”

“Mama?”

“Dad?”

“Tony?”

“Alice?”

“Its not funny ok…”

“Mama…. !!”

“NO!!!!”

“Mama nooo!! Mama I’m sorry….. It wasn’t me… Mama…. MamA……maMA….mAMA….MAMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“Sabreen!!!”

“Sabreen! Wake up darling.. Wake up… Its just a nightmare…”

I was petrified.. Shaking uncontrollably and sweat was dripping from my forehead while my aunt hilda held me close to her…
“Its okay honey.. Its ok… Calm down….. It was just a dream….”

She kissed me on my head and then pat me gently on my back whilst rocking me back and forth…

It may be a dream to her… To them all…But to me.. It was reality…

I am sabreen williams and I’m living a nightmare…

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