02. Returning home

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~ It's about doing what is right, even though you are scared.

Amyrah

"Amyrah!"

He really did come.

"Sorry, I am late."

He came panting with a huge smile on his face. I looked at him and grinned.

"Ammar!"

I ran towards him.

To my brother.

I hugged him, standing on my toes as he was taller than me while he too bends down hugging me back.

"Assalamu Alaikum, Amyrah."

"Walaikum salam. I missed you, big brother."

"So did I."

I looked at him. I was seeing him after almost four months.

"Now, now, tears aren't necessary dearest sis and leave me, what would people say if they see us huh?" he asked playfully.

"So what? I don't care idiot." I rolled my eyes.

"How rude! You broke my heart."

"Heh, that's great."

"Come Myra let's go home."

"Amyrah!" I corrected.

"What? Myra, how could i call you Amyrah when your not a princess or not even close to it, hm?" he shrugged.

Urgh what a pain! "Whatever."

"Okay, okay," Ammar opened the front door for me smirking and said again, "Welcome princess."

"Thank you servant, now start the car, don't waste my time." I said raising my abaya like a princess raises her frock whilst walking and pushing my wrapped shawl behind in a dramatic way.

"Wow! Your looking so..so.. like..."

"Are you speechless bro?" I giggled.

"..Like a maid."

"What!"

He laughed, I pouted and glared at him.

***

In the cold summer morning,
A chill seeps down my spine,
The cold air wraps around the skin like a blanket.

In the cold summer morning,
Realizations set in,
The words left unsaid hung in the morning air.

In the cold summer morning,
Was all it took to unfold,
The memories,
And heartaches.

It was a two hour drive. Sitting quietly, I pondered about all the possible things that appeared in my mind.

"You are overthinking as usual," my brother shrugged.

How does he know what i was thinking! I frowned, "hm.."

"Does she still hate me?" I spoke after a few minuites.

"No.. it wasn't your fault," he said hesitantly.

The painful memories, unfulfilled promises and the death of an innocent. It all came back to me.

How she blamed me for the death of my beloved sister, cousin sister, my Hashee.

And how my brother believed in me. He was always there for me.

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