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part 139: (nicholas+hanzalah)

**”Bismillahir rahmaanir raheem”
-in the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful-**

The minute tasha laid her eyes on nick, tears began pouring down he face. She grabbed him to her and hugged him so tight that nick thought he was going to suffocate.

He wasn’t used to this type of affection so he didn’t return the hug. He just stood awkwardly with his hands hanging on the side.

She held on to him for so long until nick couldn’t take it anymore and pushed away gently. He still couldn’t look up at her.

Tasha took nicks face in both of her hands and kissed him on his forehead.
“Don’t ever run away again nicko. Don’t ever torture me like this.”

Nick was still trembling. Either out of anxiety or withdrawal symptoms.

“Come on… Let’s go home.. Please let’s just go home and start all over again.”

Nick sighed. Still not meeting her gaze. And then walked to the lounge to sit down.
“I can’t mum.. I.. I don’t know what to do.. I can’t just come home”

“Why not?”

“Because… I’ve messed up mum”

“So? You’re going to live… Here?”

She said it as if he were living in a broken down shack.

And nick hoped that hanzalah wasn’t anywhere nearby to hear the disgust in tashas voice at their humble abode.

“Mum! These people have really looked after me. Please have some respect for them. They may not live in a grand house like we do, but they’re happy.. I can’t say the same about where I come from!”

“Oh! And where do you come from nicko? I’ve always given you everything of the best..”

“everything in life isn’t about material stuff ma… Why can’t you just understand.. I have everything but I’m unhappy. I hate my life. I’ve always hated my life. You never sit and ask me if I’m happy or not or what makes me happy. You always just assume that I’m okay because I’ve got everything that money can buy.”

Tasha looked run down by what nick said.

“Can’t we go home and talk this through? I’ll give you all my time and we’ll sort everything out. I don’t feel comfortable discussing all our private matters in a strangers home.”

Nick shook his head.
“They’re not strangers if they’ve opened up their home and their hearts for me. And I can’t go home until I’ve cleared everything up with you first.”

“Go home nicholas. For your mothers sake… Go home and make peace!”

Tasha and nick both looked up and found hanzalah in the doorway.

“Hello ma’am” hanzalah greeted humbly without looking directly at tasha.

“Err.. Hi… You must be nicks friend. How will I ever thank you and your family for keeping my son safe?”

She got up to walk towards hanzalah. But hanzalah put his hand up slightly and she got the hint not to go any closer.
“No need to thank us ma’am. Nick is a good boy. And we’ll do anything to help at anytime. Our doors are always open for him but I think its best if he goes home with you and the 2 of you discuss all your matters in private. And hopefully everything can get sorted out.”

“Thank you! You’re a very wise young man!”

Nick smiled up at hanzalah “he definitely is!”

*silence*

“So nicko? Are you coming home? Please?” Tasha took his hand and held on tight like her entire life depended on it.

Nick held hanzalah gaze and he knew from the look in hanzalahs eyes that he needed to go home. Sooner or later he had to. Now seemed like a good time. And nick trusted hanzalah with his life. He always gave him the right advice.

“Ma… Can you just give me a few minutes alone with hanzalah? I’ll meet you in the car in a few minutes.”

Tashas face broke into a huge smile and her entire body showed relief. “Ofcourse son. Take your time. I’ll wait outside…”

She turned to hanzalah again.
“Thank you so much again young man.”

“Hanzalah” nick told her.

“Err… Han.. Z.. Zaalaa..” She stuttered. “And thank you so much to your family. Please tell your mum and dad I said so. ”

“Will do ma’am” hanzalah nodded.

Tasha walked out of the house towards the car and closed the door behind her giving hanzalah and nick their privacy.

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Authors note:
Jazakallah so much to everyone for not giving up on me, for liking the posts and for those who take the time to comment. I truly appreciate it all. It may seem like I don’t read the comments. But I do. I look very forward to seeing likes and comments come through to my e-mail.
So please keep them coming and always keep me and my family in your special duas.
Lots of love..
Bibi ayesha

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part 130: (nicholas+hanzalah)

**”Bismillahir rahmaanir raheem”
-in the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful-**

Hanzalah couldn’t concentrate for the rest of the day. He was in utter distress. What did he get himself into? And how was he going to get himself out of this?

He was never more relieved for the day to come to an end like he was today… He had to go back home and speak to nick.

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Nick roamed around the house aimlessly. He was bored out of his wits… And he was feeling a little hungry.

Hanzalah did say that he should make himself at home.

He walked into the kitchen and began opening the units one by one in search of some junk food or snacks. Maybe some biltong or chips or even some 2 minute noodles would do. But hanzalahs kitchen was very different to his.

After searching through the kitchen fridge, hanzalah gave up. Nothing looked familiar or appealing to him.

He threw himself on the couch and looked at the time. It wasn’t long to go before hanzalah would be back from school. Then atleast he wouldn’t feel so bored and annoyed.

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Tasha walked in to the police station to file a missing person report. It was probably the hardest thing that any mother would have to do, but nick was missing for over 24 hours now.

“But ma’am, what if the kid is not actually missing? What if he just ran away.. You know how teenagers are nowadays. Always upto mischief…I’m sure he’ll come home soon- unharmed”

Tashas blood was boiling. First they refuse to file the report because it wasn’t 24 hours and now they just don’t want to help find her son.

“Whether he ran away or was kidnapped, I don’t care… I just want my son to be found. He’s not used to being on the streets all alone. He comes from a good and wealthy home. He won’t survive out there… I’m worried sick about him. This is south africa. What if someone hurts him”

The officer behind the counter looked blankly back at tasha whilst chewing on gum.

“Look, are you going to help me find my son or not?”

She just continued chewing….

“Here… Fill this in!” She finally said handing tasha some forms and then picking up her phone and typing away.

“Thanks!”

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*assalamu alaykum….” Hanzalah greeted loudly as he entered the house. It was his habit.

Abdullah dropped them all off at home before returning to work again.

Nick sat up from the couch.
“Hey bro! How’s it?”

hanzalah forced a weak smile out and nodded a “I’m fine”

“Did you eat anything?” He avoided looking at nick.

“Erm… No, wasn’t really hungry!” Nick lied

Hanzalah put his bag away and proceeded to the kitchen to prepare lunch.

Once the food was warmed up, he took a tray for naeema and habEeba to the room and then nick and hanzalah sat in silence whilst munching on their chapatis and green lentils.

It had a distinct taste but nick couldn’t be fussy. Besides, he was starving.

“So?” Nick broke the silence. “How was school?”

Hanzalah swallowed hard and without meeting nicks gaze replied: “same old…”

Suddenly he didn’t feel like eating anymore. The knot in his tummy that he carried around all through the day was back again. He licked his fingers hastily and sat up, leaning against the sofa behind him. “Look nicholas.. We need to talk!”

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part 128: (hanzalah)

**”Bismillahir rahmaanir raheem”
-in the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful-**

Hanzalah entered the school gates and found a strange buzz around today. Everyone seemed really chirpy and excited for a monday morning. It definitely wasn’t a blue monday for everyone else besides hanzalah.

Hanzalah was exhausted. He didn’t get to have that lovely sleep after fajar salaah on sunday morning because of nick. But its okay.. He’ll cope.

As usual hanzalah looked down as he walked through the bustling corridors of the school.

He heard a few disturbing snippets here and there on his way.

“Party”

“Wonder if he’ll come to school today.”

“Definitely going to get into big s*** ”

“That’s if they haven’t already found him and locked him up”

Hanzalah didn’t mean to eavesdrop but their gossip was pretty loud not to overhear.

This made hanzalah wonder even more about nick. Was everyone talking about him?

What had he actually done that bad to get everyone talking like this?

Why would they want to lock him up?

Now he began worrying a little. Did he do the right thing by keeping nick? What if nick did something really bad and now he and his family would be held responsible for keeping him in their home.

As he got into his classroom and sat down on his chair, he decided to take a deep breath and make a little bit of thikr (thinking of Allah)…

“Astaghfirullah astaghfirullah.. Astaghfirullah.. Astaghfirullah….” He chanted inaudibly.

This seemed to have done the job. It relaxed him a little.

Once the siren rang, indicating that everyone needed to head to their respective classrooms, he pulled out his literature books and started browsing through the pages.

The classroom started filling up and a few minutes later, the teacher entered.

“Good morning class. I hope you all had a relaxing weekend ‘SaFE’ in your homes”

Hanzalah caught on the sarcasm in mr abrahams voice. And everyone cleared their throats and shifted in their seats whispering to eachother…

“Right!! Order please!!.. More of that later in assembly with the principal. For now, open up to page one hundred and thirty two.”

Everyone began turning pages whilst hanzalah seemed to be the only confused one in class. He had no cellphone and had no interest in social media whatsoever so he’s feeling left out was quite understandable.

Usually it doesn’t bother hanzalah in the least, but today he was curious. Infact, he was very curious, because he felt part of it in a way.

He couldn’t even concentrate on anything in class for the first time ever and kept glancing at the clock since mr abrahams had said that there would be an urgent assembly just after the first subject.

The minute the buzzer sounded, everyone was eagerly out of their seats and heading toward the assembly area.

‘That’s strange’ hanzalah thought to himself. Every other day, everyone dreads assembly.

‘Guess its time to find out what all the excitement was about today and whether nicholas had anything to do with all this or not’ hanzalah thought pulling his books in his hand and heading in the direction of the courtyard himself.

He stood quietly one side and waited for the principal to appear. But when he finally did, the look of anger on his face today just made everyone dead still and quiet instantly.

“I’m sure all of you are well aware of why this assembly has so urgently been called. Whoever of you have been involved in this weekends nonsense need to own up as soon as possible. There’s no hiding because nothing ever remains a secret and the truth will come out. And if you did not confess and are caught afterwards, you will be expelled from this school. That goes for anyone who knows of the whereabouts of mr.nicholas abed aswel.”

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part 127: (hanzalah+nicholas)

**”Bismillahir rahmaanir raheem”
-in the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful-**

Nick was over exhausted and had a headache from hell. He lay awake pondering about hanzalahs wise words. The kid was so young yet so wise.

nick tried hard to sleep. But I guess it sometimes occurs that when you’re over tired, its harder to fall asleep.

Hanzalah had insisted that nick have his room all to himself. There was an extra room and he would give nick some space.

Nick wondered if tasha and tom were looking for him. He knew that at some point he would have to go back home. But he wasn’t ready just yet.

He felt a certain sense of calmness here at the gujiwalas residence. They were such warm and good hearted people.

And he feared what would happen if he went back. Would he be taken to jail for being underage with so much of alcohol and drugs?

Can kids his age even go to jail?

He knew that this was the end of his education. The school had given him far too many chances. They were definitely not going to give him any more.

He was feeling terribly edgy without his stash and even more so without his phone.

He felt feverish and sweaty. Nervous and drained.

This was the longest he’s been without it in a long time.

Withdrawal symptoms.

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Nicks eyes fluttered open to the soothing sound of some muffled words just outside the room. He must have just dozed off when the sound went on. Well that’s how he felt. Like he only slept for 5 minutes.

He couldn’t get his body up. He was beyond exhausted.

Nick was about to close his eyes again when he heard the door slowly squeaking open. Hanzalah had come to check on nick.

“Heyyy!” Nick slurred, half asleep..

“Oh I’m so sorry for waking you up…” Hanzalah said in a panic.

“Its cool bro…I was up already… You didn’t wake me.” Came nicks reply.

Hanzalah calmed down and walked towards the bed and sat down on it. “What’s up? The bed not comfy enough?”

“no no… It is.. Very comfortable…”

“So then? Talk to me… What’s on your mind?”

Nick shrugged but remained silent in deep thought.

“I won’t push you to talk.. You know that.. But when and if you’re ready.. My ears are open k”

Nick forced a grateful smile.

“I’m just going to pray.. I’ll be back in a few minutes”

“Aren’t you going to church to pray?”

“Not today… My dads gone… And you’re here.. So I’ll just pray at home today.”

Hanzalah didn’t want nick to feel bad so he didn’t go into detail about how it wouldn’t be appropriate to leave a strange boy alone in the house with his young sister and step mother. But he was very concerned about what to do about school. Nick wasn’t going anywhere and hanzalah had never missed a day of school thus far. He’s very punctual usually. So he had no idea what they were going to do with nick for the rest of the day. But he kept his concerns to himself until he figured something out

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“Ok nicholas…. Please make yourself at home. The fridge is stocked up and well basically…..just make yourself at home okay?”

“Thanks bro… I really owe you…by the way, if anyone asks you…”

“No-ones going to ask me. Trust me!”

Hanzalah was right. Why would anyone ask him about nicks where abouts. He would be the last person anyone who ask.

Nick watched hanzalah and his family leave the house and close the door behind them and then he heard their car reverse out of the driveway.

He took one look around the house and sighed deeply.
“I guess I’m going to have to find something to do for the next couple of hours or else I’ll be bored out of my socks..”

“Look at yourself nick! You’re talking to yourself…”

Nick shook his head and walked around the house aimlessly.

“Where do these people keep their TV?” He mumbled to himself again.

After a few dragged minutes, nick decided to go back to hanzalahs room and try to get some sleep. There was absolutely nothing to do and he was quite exhausted and edgy.

The house was so quiet that he could hear the clock ticking somewhere in the house. It took nick another hour before he decided…
“Maybe I should call my mother….”

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Pathetic Authors note:
I am truly Verrrrrrry sorry for my absolutely pathetic delay in posting. I would be just as mad as you are had I been a reader of this blog.
But please do understand that life at the moment is terribly crazy.

I cannot promise when the next post will be. But I can promise that the blog hasn’t cum to an end.

I will try to post as soon as I can.. So please bare with me.

I will also try to rather complete the story quickly so that I don’t have to put you guys through so much of a torment.

Pls accept my apology…

And jx for being so patient.

Bibi ayesha

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part 125: (hanzalah+nicholas)

**”Bismillahir rahmaanir raheem”
-in the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful-**

Nick fluttered his eyes open and jumped up in shock….
“Huh?where….”

He took in his surroundings and realised that he was in hanzalahs room. His heart was beating really fast and his body was in pain. Slowly he lay back down on the bed and put his hands over his face.

A few minutes later he heard the door squeak slightly open.
“Oh! You’re awake?”

Nick pulled his hands away from his face and looked at a smiling hanzalah.
“Yeah! I’m sorry.. I must have dozed off. Didn’t realise how exhausted I was.”

Hanzalah walked in and sat on the edge of the bed quietly.

“How long have I been asleep?” Nick asked rubbing his eyes.

“About 3 hours…” Hanzalah replied.

Nick jumped up again… “Serious? Can’t be! It felt like just a few minutes. I’m so sorry!”

“Relax… What are you sorry about?” Hanzalah asked calmly.

“For just barging into your home and taking over your room and gosh…. I’m such a mess. I don’t know what I’m going to do.” Nick was now coming back to the reality of his life.

Hanzalah remained silent.

“I wish I knew how to fix everything….” Nick began talking after some time of a comfortable silence. “Have you ever done something really bad in your life and wished you could turn back the hands of time and redo everything..?”

Hanzalah thought before answering… “Well not really. But there was a time where I did wish I could turn back the hands of time…”

“Really? When?” Nick asked curiously.

“Many times, I wished I could turn back to before my mum got ill and I wished I valued her more… But that’s not possible. As a muslim we learn that whatever has passed you is over, no reason to mourn over what’s done. We have to learn from our past and move forward. I still have my father, so I guess I can value him before its too late.” Hanzalah said and it left nick in deep thought.

“How did she…. Uhm… You know.. Your mum… How did she pass away?” Nick asked and hanzalah began to explain about how naseema got ill and passed away. All the while nick sensed a sense of extreme love and appreciation in hanzalahs voice as he spoke about his mother. He made it seem like she was some kind of queen, that’s how much of respect he had for her.

But then again, hanzalah made his father sound like some kind of a king too. Hanzalah made everyone seem so wonderful.

“You love her don’t you?” Hanzalahs question to nick caught him offguard.

“Who?” Nick asked with a creased forehead.

“Your mum…” Hanzalah answered.

Nick looked down thinking hard and sighed loudly.
“I guess I do.”

Hanzalah got up abruptly and left the room. Nick wondered what happened. But in a few seconds, hanzalah was back.

“Here… Call her!” Hanzalah handed nick the cordless phone.

Nick stared at the phone and then at hanzalah and then he pushed the phone away.. “No ways! I can’t!”

He stood up and paced up and down hanzalahs tiny room in a frenzy. And then stopped at the window and brushed his fingers through his sweaty and greasy hair.

“You don’t understand. They’ll kill me!” Nick explained in a tone which showed that he was trying to stay calm.

“No mother will ever want to kill their child. A mother is a mother. No matter what mistakes we make in our life, they’ll always forgive us.” Hanzalah tried to reason with nick.

“Well not this time around.. She won’t” nick shook his head.

“I’m sure she must be worried about you.” Hanzalah said.

“Pft… Highly doubt that!” Nick replied instantly.

“But God is… God is worried about you and He loves you. No matter how great your problem is… God is greater.. And He’ll forgive any mistake we make. So turn to Him. Ask Him to ease your matters and He will. I promise!”

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Authors note:
Jx so much to all those who take the time to comment and like the posts. I truly appreciate them even though I don’t get to reply.will try to start replying to all the comments inshallah. I understand how hectic everyones lives are and that’s what makes me so grateful that so many of you take the time out of your busy day just to comment and like the post and ofcourse to read the posts.
Remember me in your special duas..

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part 124: (hanzalah+nicholas)

**”Bismillahir rahmaanir raheem”
-in the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful-**

Nick expected a luxury home inside. One with gorgeous wall frames, long standing vases, designer rugs, expensive lounge suits and coffee tables…

But when he walked into hanzalahs house, he was astonished to find a bare room with bare walls. Infact, it was so bare that there were no lounge suits even.

There were some cushion like things propped up against the wall which nick assumed was meant for sitting.

A vinyl mat was placed on a cloth on the floor where some mugs and plates were laid down.

Nick suddenly felt ashamed of thinking that hanzalah had everything. Hanzalah actually had nothing. He was more poor than anyone nick had ever known.

He felt ashamed of coming to his house and imposing on them when they barely had anything for themselves. And now they had to share their bare minimum with him while he had so much in his home. Well actually, he HAD so much in his home. He now had nothing too.

“Come come!” Hanzalah snapped nick out of his daze. “Sit! I’m just making some breakfast for us. Please make yourself at home!”

Nick found it ironical. Here was a total poor stranger asking him to make himself at home and that he was making breakfast for him when he actually had nothing.

Nick automatically didn’t feel like eating. He couldn’t eat these poor peoples food.

He sat down at the mat where hanzalah gestured him to and promised that he wouldn’t touch a thing or put anything in his mouth. It wouldn’t be fair.

“Everything okay son? Where’s hanzalah? Hasn’t he given you anything as yet? How could he leave you alone?” Abdullah was feeling embarrassed that hanzalah would leave their guest alone..

“Hanzalah! Beta!” He shouted from the living room and hurried to the kitchen. His voice was stern but compassionate at the same time. Nick found himself feeling envious of this too.

Soon after, hanzalah came rushing in with a steaming hot pot which he laid down on the mat.

“I’m really sorry!” Hanzalah apologised over and over again.

“Its cool bro.. I should be apologising. I’m not really hungry anyway. You shouldn’t have worried.” Nick started to say.

“What? No way! You have to eat…” Hanzalah made himself comfortable on the floor and began dishing out some freshly scrambled masala egg in a heap in nicks plate.

“Whoa! That’s more than enough..stop!” Nick said.

“No no! You must be starving.” Hanzalah said as he placed the hot roti on the side of nicks plate and then proceeded to pour the tea into their mugs.

Before nick could say anything, his stomach spoke for him and they both laughed.

“Don’t be shy! Really, just imagine that this is your home” hanzalah tried to make him feel comfortable.

Nick nibbled on a tiny piece of egg. It was so different but divine. But he pushed the thought aside when he looked at the simplicity of the meal before them.

It wasn’t a massive full course breakfast of omelettes, pancakes, fruit, meat and more.

It just consisted of these green looking scrambled eggs, milky tea and flat kind of bread which hanzalah called ‘roti’.

‘I’m sure this was all they have in their kitchen’ nick thought. But as much as he tries not to eat, hanzalah forced him and he didn’t regret eating. He ate to his fill and so did hanzalah, and yet there was still left over.

‘Uhm.. Could I have a serviette please?” Nick asked hanzalah just when he placed the last morsel into his mouth.

“Serviette? Oh.. Err.. We don’t keep any. But come, let me show you where the bathroom is, you can wash your hands” hanzalah replied warmly.

Once they were done in the bathroom, hanzalah showed nick to his room. “You can rest here for a while, I just want to clear up quickly. Can I get you anything?”

“No thanks! I’m fine. Don’t you have a maid to clear up?” Nick asked wondering how hanzalah managed to prepare the breakfast and still clear up.

Hanzalah laughed. “We’re mostly adults here, we don’t keep a domestic, we all just clean up after ourselves so there’s no need for one.”

Hanzalah continued to the lounge where he began clearing up whilst nick sat looking around in hanzalahs room.

Hanzalahs room was just as bare as the front room. No pictures of movie stars or pop stars. No car models or anything of that sort. Just a plain old bare room with a single bed and simple wardrobe.

Eventually nick got comfortable and fell into a deep and comfortable sleep on that same simple, single bed.

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part 123: (hanzalah+nicholas)

**”Bismillahir rahmaanir raheem”
-in the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful-**

All the way home, neither hanzalah, nor abdullah questioned nick about anything. It wasn’t their business and if nick wanted them to know, he would tell them when he was ready. All they wanted, was to be there for him wherever they could, because that’s just the type of people they were.

Abdullah and hanzalah were so warm and friendly and all nick thought about was how awesome it would be if he had a father like hanzalah did.

‘Hanzalah had the perfect life. He had everything and was so happy’ nick thought to himself.

Nick too could have a good relationship with tom, but the thought of him not being his real father always crossed his mind and stopped him from getting too close.

Even though tom tried many times to build their relationship, lately he’s just pulled away and been so distant. Could it be nicks fault that tom had changed the way he was towards nick?

But tom took his mother away from him.ever since tasha married tom, she paid even less attention to nicks nEeds and wants. Not that she really cared before. But now she cared even less. Or maybe that’s just what nick thought.

Maybe no-one else really changed. Maybe it was just nick who changed and nicks ideas that have changed and the way that he seen things that changed.

Nick wondered how hanzalah lived. He probably lived in a comfortable home with everything that he ever wanted. Why else would hanzalah always be smiling?

But as they drove in to hanzalahs driveway, nick was stunned. Hanzalahs house was ordinary. Nothing so grand. Just a simple one story face brick home which looked pretty much the same as every other house on that street.

“Give me 2 minutes beta.. Let me just warn khalla that we have a guest over before you 2 come in” abdullah said as he jumped off the car.

“I hope I’m not causing any inconvenience so early in the morning…” Nick croaked. His throat was dry and his exhaustion was apparent in his slur.

Hanzalah turned his body right around to face nick and smiled warmly. “No way! We love having guests over. Guests bring blessings to our home. You’re actually doing us a favour rather than the other way around. My abba just wants to inform my khalla because you see, the ladies In our religion shouldn’t be around where there’s strange men.”

“Abba?that’s your dad right?” Nick asked.

Hanzalah nodded.

“And colour? What’s that? Is that what you call your mum?” Nick was curious. He found these terms strange.

Hanzalah giggled. “Not colour.. Khalla…. no, that’s what we call our mothers sisters.”

Nick frowned. Even more confused.

“I don’t have a mum… My mum passed away last year and then my dad married my mums sister. ” Hanzalah explained nonchalantly.

Nicks eyes shot up in surprise. “Whoa!!! That’s some hectic stuff.. So your step mother is your mums sister? That must be hard to have accepted…!”

“No, not really. I’m actually glad that my abba married her.” Hanzalah replied.

“You are?” Nick asked surprised again.

Hanzalah nodded. “Rather her than some strange woman that we would have to get used to from the beginning. And it was hard for my dad and us, my sister and I. My mother really spoilt us and did a lot for us and when she passed on, we needed that motherly figure to be there for us and my khalla Is a really wonderful person. My abba needs a companion too”

Nick thought back to tom and a lump formed in his throat. No doubt tom was also a wonderful person to both him and tasha.

Hanzalah was so selfless, thinking of how hard it was for his father. And whole heartedly accepted that his father remarried so soon, and that even, to his aunt. And here nick was hating tom for coming in the way of his and his mothers relationship when all tom ever did was care for them.

“Come on!” Hanzalah snapped him out of his thoughts. “I’m sure you’re starving. Let’s go have some breakfast.”

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