Blossom

06

 3 R D P O V Ahmed was returning from his work. He was exhausted from the duty that he just put up through. His town needs to be spotless from crimes. Yet his mind keeps going back to that girl that stole his heart. Her beautiful smile was in front of him, 24/7. No matter what Ahmed decides, he will marry her and only her. He will make her his. Just thinking this, he smiled big.

Just perfect for me! She is ideal for me!

He pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car. He walked up to the door. Before he can knock on the door, the door flung open, revealing his little brother Ali, who hugged his older brother tightly like Ali hasn’t seen him for years.

Crouching down in front of his brother, Ahmed hugged him while laughing, “I missed you too.”

“Mommy is waiting for you,” Ali pulled back.

“Assalam Alaikum mother. I am home,” Ahmed announced.

“Aunty, your precious son is here,” mocked his cousin, Fatima.

“Hey, NoodleheadNoodlehead!! Got any Noodles stuck to your hair this time, too,” laughed Ahmed.

“Shut up and stop calling me that,” she snapped.

“Nah! It’s too funny, and besides, it gets you too warmed up,” he smirked.

“Aunty!! Ahmed Bhai is calling me NoodleheadNoodlehead again,” whined Fatima.

“Ahmed! Leave the poor girl alone,” his mother yelled.

“Poor girl,” he scoffed “anything but a ‘poor little girl.’”

“Auntie, Ah-”

“Shut up,” he said, covering Fatima’s mouth.

“Ahh,” she tried to talk.

“You are one annoying 16-year-old girl,” he muttered under his breath.

“Yom am-”

“Shut up stupid. I can’t even understand anything that you’re saying. If you dare to talk after I remove my hand, I’ll make you smell my dirty socks like last time,” he threatened.

Fatima quickly nodded her head. She was not about to smell those disgusting, stinky smelly socks again. Releasing the hand from her mouth, Ahmed went straight up to his room. He entered the room and closed it after. Walking up to his desk, he grabbed the envelope about him transferring to becoming an FBI.

He still hasn’t spoken a word about this to any of his parents. Ahmed knows his mother will be okay with it but his father, not in a million chance. His father hates the idea of him becoming a cop. His father was more of a businessman, but Ahmed wasn’t. He loved helping and saving people.

Ahmed put back the envelope on the desk; he rubbed his face in frustration. He didn’t know how to give this news to his father. Ahmed quickly freshened up and went downstairs.

“Assalam Alaikum,” he greeted his father, taking a seat next to his little brother, Ali.

“Walaikum salaam. How was your day so far?” Asked his father.

“Alhamdulillah good. How was your day father” he replied, flipping the plate over.

“It was fine, Alhamdulillah. When are you going to retire from that job” his father said, putting away the newspaper

“I haven’t decided yet. I know that it’s not anytime soon,” he answered, taking a bite of his chicken.

“Son, I want the best for you because I love you. I never want to harm you or destroy your life. This job is dangerous and risky for you. Allah forbids what if something terrible happens to you?” He looked at Ahmed.

“Dad. Allah knows what’s best for everyone. We never know when we might be in danger. Forget about that we don’t even know if we will leave tomorrow. We might die tomorrow or tonight in our sleep. Please, father, I love this job. It means a lot to me. I like helping people. I feel happy knowing that I saved a life. But I am not alone. Allah is with me. Because of Allah, I am standing where I am today,” He explained.

“You are not going to give up, are you?” Mr. Imran raised his eyebrow.

“Nope,” he shook his head.

“Why can’t you go with that, I say?” Mr. Imran asked.

“I learn from the best,” he said, looking at his father.

“Of course,” Ahmed’s father rolled his eyes.

“Mom! Dad and Ahmed bhai are talking about the job over the dinner table again!” Yelled Ali from the dining room, getting annoyed by the same old conversation between the two. 

“What?! How many times do I have to tell you boys, no talking about jobs during dinner,” stormed in an angry mother and wife with a wooden spoon on her hand, ready to use it.

“Honey, we were just-”

“Don’t ‘honey, we were just’ me! You two will wash the dishes and clean the whole house for an entire week. Do I make myself clear?” she snapped. 

“Yes, ma’am,” answered both of them.

“I want today’s dishes done by today, and the house should be sparkly clean before you go to sleep. Tomorrow morning, I will check. If I see once spot not cleaned, you two know the consequences,” she threatened, banging the wooden spoon on the table. 

“But I have to go back to work. I have a significant client that is coming up,” claimed Mr. Imran.

“Well, your client can wait but not your punishment,” she glared at him.

“Mother,” Ahmed said sweetly, “did I tell you how beautiful and amazing you are.”

“Oh, son. Did I tell you that you have a job to do that needs to be done tonight,” she mocked Ahmed. 

“Jeez, I was only trying to be sweet,” muttered Ahmed.

“I know that game of yours boy. Not going to work on my watch,” she put her hand on her hip.

“But mother-”

“Do as you were told,” she snapped.

“Yes, ma’am,” Ahmed sat up straight.

She gave them one last glare before heading back to the kitchen. Ahmed and his father released a breath. Boy, massing with his mother, was a father and son’s worst night made. She will taunt you so much. And if you disobey her command, then you can say goodbye for the rest of your life. Her punishments are worse than just getting slapped on the face. She will make you do the worst possible thing in the world.

Ahmed turned around and looked at his little brother. Ali was enjoying this so much that he didn’t see his older brother giving him a look. Ali stopped laughing as soon as he felt his brother giving him a you-better-run-for-your-life glare.

“Ali, you little monkey!” Ahmed growled, chasing Ali down the hall.

“That’s what you get for not buying me a Huntsman Boomstick gun,” Ali stick his tongue out.

“Oh, I will buy you one, but not before I throw you in the pool,” he laughed evilly.

“Ah!! Monsters on loss. The beast has awake!!!” Screamed Ali running away.

“Hahaha!! I am going to eat you alive,” Ahmed laughed, catching Ali by the waist and threw him in the air.

“The monster has caught me! Save me, my knight and shining armor!” Yelled Ali.

“You self, not fear. I, your brave knight, Fatima is here to rescue you,” she said, jumping on Ahmed’s back.

“Get off me, you fat knight!”

“Ah!!! You are so mean sometimes,” huffed Fatima.

“I am only joking, Fatima,” Ahmed laughed.

“Attack!!” They bother yelled, chasing Ahmed around the house.