NUR
“No.” Is the first thing Dad says, while the rest of them stare open-mouthed at us. Fahad is––again––nowhere to be seen. He has been acting weirder than usual these days and comes home late at night. I don’t even want to think about what the hell kind of things he has been doing.
“Dad,” I touch his hand lightly. “It’s going to be hard for all of us but girls have to leave their parents’ house one day, right?”
While he remains silent, Mama offers me a wobbly smile, nodding. “It isn’t easy for your Dad, Nur. We’ve cossetted you all your life and now suddenly letting you go will be tough to bear.”
“We still have almost four months,” I assure her and saying that out loud makes me realise what a little amount of time four months are.
Between studying and going to school, there really
