She was sleeping peacefully, until her shoulder was abruptly shoved, gasping from the sudden push, she opened her eyes only to come face to face with Hira who was hovering over her.
‘Kiya masla hai Hira, abhi namaz parh ker soi hun’. Noor groggily mumbled. And turned the other side, spreading the quilt over her head.
(What is the problem, I just slept after praying).
‘uth jao, subah ke das baj rahe Hain’.
(Get up, it's ten in the morning).
In reply, Noor only hummed, already half slumbering, when suddenly Hira snatched the quilt off of her, making her groan from the sudden coldness, nevertheless, Noor picked the nearby pillow from beside her and hid her face with it, slipping again into darkness, when Hira spoke too loudly.
‘khari ho yaar, Noor’. She shook her violently.
(Get up).
