AHYAN
I spend the whole night explaining things to Annem and then Nur's mother had to talk to her, so that happened. Then, I gave my flight details to Aaban who booked a ticket for Nur.
All this trouble and there she was, happily packing her bags.
Since our flight was at 6 in the morning, we left the house at 3. The airport is half an hour from the house and my nerves are all over the place.
Nur seems to be on cloud nine, looking out of the car window as though she has never seen London before.
She opens the window and yells, "I'll miss you London!"
I raise my eyebrows along with the rest of the people in the car. Yusuf and Aaban are–thankfully–the only ones who are dropping us off to the airport.
One can always hope that they will just leave after dropping us off.
"Nur," I say a
