Once I arrived home, as always Noor is sited on the couch and is angry about something, I glanced at her as she furrowed her face, I’m sure she’s angry about what Rayan did. When I was at the bakery, Khalil called me and told me everything, I seriously didn’t expect that from Rayan, I mean I know he’s a nice person but I never thought he would care about Khalil to the extent he would buy a lot for him.As I entered my room, I gaped at it, I can’t believe how messy and scattered the room is, without knowing what exactly happened here, I can tell Jamil and Hannan did this, those children will never stop doing this no matter how I tell them to stop. I eyed the room in frustration before I took off my shoes and walked into the bathroom. I have been working hard lately, I want to impress Maha so she would make me the manager of the grocery store. Amal and I have applied for the competition and in a few weeks or less, we will participate in the trial. I just hope we pass, if we enter the fi
Another day of work and extreme body pain, my back hurts really bad and I know that won’t be a good enough excuse to take a leave from work. I’m already leaving for a week because of the trial, I just hope Nadia doesn’t replace us after we leave, well Nadia won’t but if the boss finds out he might. I stretched my arms before I let out a loud yawn."Today is gonna be a tough day" I groaned.I throw the covers off me, rubbed my eyes, and stretched to the chest of my drawers to take out my work clothes.Once I took them out I realized there were unpressed and had a lot of wrinkles on them. I sometimes wish the fabric doesn’t require ironing. I took the clothes and placed them on the floor, I grabbed a damp towel and placed it on top of the cloth, I pressed down the towel and smoothed it out with my hands. I repeatedly continued until the wrinkles lessened.I learned this method when I was fourteen years old, I had no choice but to learn it because my stepmom refused to buy an iron presse
Once I was done with all my chores, I made sure Khalil took his medicine and Jamil and Hannan went to bed. I entered my room and changed into a pink pajama and a black shirt. I sat on my bed with a laptop kept on my thighs, I borrowed the laptop from Amal, I needed to complete some documents for the grocery store. Maha has been quite impressed by my work and she said she is thinking of making me the manager. I was very elated when she said that, and helping her complete this document will give her another reason why she needs me as a manager. Even with the trials coming, I have to make a place for myself at the grocery store just in case Amal and I don’t make it to the finals.I let out a yawn grabbing my bottled water, I took a sip and continued what I was doing. "I should probably sleep right now." I groaned "No, no, not till I finish what I am doing." I tried to convince myself as I gently tapped my cheek.Once I opened my eyes widely, I began to slowly close it. I am very exhaust
I was tangled in the sheets and blankets, laying on my stomach with a pillow covering my head. I lifted my elbow slightly, the pillow tumbled over. My eyes were squinted as the sun shine through the curtains making me groan and lay my head back on the mattress. I slowly turned over to my back, my arm reaching over to rest over my eyes. My alarm started going off making me basically wanna run mad. I felt more drained and exhausted as I reach for the phone and turned it off. I seriously should be sleeping right now. I let out a yawn stretching my arms, I pulled the blanket off my body. Letting the longest yawn, I walked into the bathroom. Starting a quick shower and then went to brush my teeth. I looked at my reflection, my eyes looked drained making it obvious that I didn’t have enough sleep.Once I was done, I wore my clothes and head out of the room. I’m mentally and physically exhausted. As I walked towards the kitchen I saw Noor sited on the living room couch.Why is she up early
"Welcome to Amees Bakery, how may I help you?" I said to a customer that just walked in."Hi dear, I will like to have.." He paused as he looked at the menu board "I will like to have.." He tapped his chin Oh lord, another day with a type of customer that wastes time before he will order a thing, and the most annoying part about this is that he will only order one single thing. Yesterday and the day before this same customer came, it took him almost thirty minutes before he ordered something, and guess what he ordered, one black coffee. "Sir what will you like to have?" I asked "I’m not sure of what to order." He responded "Will you like to order a black coffee," I smiled "Black coffee, yes, yes I will love that." He smiled As I said, black coffee is always what he wants. I let out a breath, turning back I turned on the coffee machine. Days like this make me wonder if two jobs are actually helping me. Once I was done making the black coffee, I took it to the customer. Shortly a
Am I the only one that thinks choosing an outfit is stressful maybe it’s because I don’t have many clothes and almost all my clothes or should I say all my clothes aren’t up to Rayan’s family standard? I really care about what I wear but when I told Amal about it, she got into my head, as usual, she said and I quote, "It’s a big day for you Afraah, just as much as it’s a big day for Rayan’s uncle, you have to look your best." But to be honest, I don’t understand what she meant by that. It took me almost thirty minutes to select an outfit and all I got is a black abaya which I owned since high school, I’m not even sure if it still fits me. I held the cloth, sizing it on my body, it looks a bit small to me. I kept it down on the chair, still wondering what to wear, Rayan will be here in two hours and I haven’t thought of the cloth to wear, this is seriously stressful. With a ring on my phone, I checked it and Amal’s name and photo flashed across the screen."Hello," I said almost immed
I don’t know if it’s me but I feel like something bad is going to happen. Once Amal left, I entered Khalil’s room, and as usual, he was laid on the bed. I walked towards him and sat on the bedside, he adjusted his position once he saw me, he looked at me, head to toe, definitely wondering when and how I look different. "How do you like my new look?" I asked Still looking at me, Khalil began to cough, before I could pat his back, he stopped coughing. "Say something," I said "Not bad." He proclaimed "Not bad! Seriously! Come on, look at me." "I have seen better." He said with a bit of laughter in his voice "You’ve seen better, seriously, why don’t you tell me where and when you saw that." "Don’t be serious, Afraah, I was just joking." He coughed out"Are you okay?" Patting his back, I handed him over a glass of waterHe took a sip and gave me back which I kept on the side table "Are you okay?" I asked "Yes, I’m fine. Just a little cough." "Are you sure Khalil?" My heart skippe
Once I left Khalil’s room, I ran into Noor, she glared at me, starting from my head down to my toe."Did you do makeup and who’s cloth are you wearing?" She asked "None of your business." I rolled my eyes "Whose outfit is that!" She yelled Noor loves to yell, there isn’t a day she doesn’t yell "If you must know, it’s Amal’s outfit." I responded "I thought I was clear when I said I don’t want that girl in my house!"Her house! Is she drunk or what? "Amal is my friend and as far as I live here, she can come to visit anytime." "This is not_""My house!" I completed the sentence "I think you have said that more than a thousand times." I let out a short breath"Where are you going by the way." She asked; her voice filled with hatred and anger I ignored her question, and walking away from her she grabbed my hand. I just don’t seem to understand her, she tells me that she doesn’t want me to touch her and now she’s the one willingly holding my hand."Let go of my hand," I said "Where a