Ameerah ran very far when things turned drastic in her home country. Losing alot at the age of eighteen is not just a rollercoster. She had four years to get over her past, four years to move on, four years to grow up and four years to be strong. No...
The shock that comes with something that you have never expected happening is quite agonizing and soul ripping. So when Ameerah's eyes befell the tragedy that was occurring before her eyes she couldn't help but gasp as her heart tightened in remorse.
It was just a lovely day outside, almost thirteen days to their weeding and the only day they got out of their busy schedule. Ameerah had her hands full with her mother-in-law who had prepared a twenty-four hour timetable. Days full of spa treatments, dieting (which meant eating fruits, eight glasses of water per day and more fruits), shopping and sleeping schedules. It was costume for the new bride to follow the steps her mother-in-law outlined for her but this was getting stupid and it was interfering with her normal schedule at the orphanage and her personal time with Tariq. Hayat had planned out this whole day for them as promised and after lunch from the reservations Hayat made, they were strolling down the busy streets of Ajman.
The weather was beautiful unlike the a hundred degree Celsius it always rose to. Winters in the UAE were her favourite season and a break from the normal boiling temperature. Strolling around the town wasn't a bad idea until she came across what never crossed her mind.
Faris Mabruk AbdelHakeem was a normally awkward teenager in the social radar and the sight was a shock. The socially deranged teenager was not only hanging out with actual people who were not family but also not his age. He was sitting in a jeep with four other twenty something men who were smoking from a Sheesha pot.
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Ameerah gasped lightly not wanting to attract her spouse's attention to her unfortunate sibling. Knowing that she couldn't walk up to the group of men without her dignity being at risk, she glanced one last time at her lost young brother and went on with her strolling.
She texted Amir the address of the streets and told him to appear there since it was urgent.
It better be that urgent for me to get out of my studies. I won't be a doctor while running your errands. Amir texted her back.
It's Faris. Don't let our mothers and father or any of our siblings know. This should stay between the three of us. Ameerah told him.
Sure. Fi'Amani Allah. He texted her.
Ameerah sighed, placed her phone back in her purse and tightened her shawl around her shoulders as she felt a breeze brush by her. She couldn't shake the feeling that her seventeen year old brother had opted on drugs and worst of all on Sheesha. She knew it was a norm in the Arab world to smoke the hideous thing but smoking one puff of the damn thing was like smoking eighty-nine cigerates at a go. Lung cancer was going to take a toll on every single Arab. She was in disbelief that one of her own was in that world and to make it worse was her small brother she thought naive and fragile.
