Jamil woke up feeling like a car wreck. His mouth felt like an unwashed carpet, and he seemed to be able to think of only one thing - he was wasted.
A text message beeped on his phone.
To: Jamie
From: TZ
Heavy night last night, bro. Still got some weed left over.
Dude, that was one live party.
Gotta Give Mo cred for holding one like that.
Din noe he had it in him.
N were the hell did all those girls come from?
They jus kept fallin out of the sky.
hahahahaha
'Jamie' managed a smile. TZ was a joker.
'Jamil. Jamil can I come in?'
Shoot. His mother was here. She couldnt see him like this. He was still in his levis and pink polo. Quickly, he downed some water and pulled the covers to his head.
'Ya habibi, I need you to help me today, please, please'. He knew why she had to plead. She was scared. Pshh, stupid woman. Why would he help her? What had she done for him, apart from try to keep him home and make him pray all day?
'Listen, its friday and youve gotta go mosque and we have guests. So get up please, yalla!'
He turned from her.
No. Go away man. Whats wrong with you? Go clean up yourself, your a woman, go do what your stupid culture tells you and cook and clean and whatever.
His mother shook her head sadly. She'd lost her son, she knew it. She longed for the days that he used run up and join his father in prayer, with his miniature prayer mat. But then he'd changed, he'd 'grown up' into a teenager. More like a monster.
Beep.
To: Jamie
From: TZ
Yo jamie, come down to Baz's place
Were gonna roll up a few zubbys and crack a few cans of lager.
Oh ,and play a few games.
Up 4 it?
dnt b l8 bro,
1.30, u got 20 mins.
Suddenly, Jamil heard the athan.
For a fleeting moment, he felt something in him, a shadow of the boy he used to be.
No, the boy his mom wanted him to be.
And his father. Just thinking of his father made him furious.
At Baz's House....
Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaamieee Myyy mannnn!
Sup Mo. You still got the nerve to come here after that wild party u had?
Shut up. Here. Catch.
Thanks. U know...I was thinking, maybe we should go down the mosque today.
TZ Snorted.
hahahha ! Joker. Stop with your mosque jokes. You make me laugh.
Nah Im serious.
*Baz narrows his eyes*
Listen. Youre either here, with us, living your life, or youre there, with them, praying and whatever other things they do. Dude, why would you wanna give this away for that?
And if you do, then dont ever come back here beggin for crack cuz i will crack your head.
Understand? I risk my life providing u with this stuff. And u repay me by suggesting stupid ideas? Get a life.
Suddenly, they hear voices outside.
Music shakes the street, and a guy in a suit slides smoothly out of his shiny black lamborghini gallardo.
Someone hammers at the door.
Let me in, Baz.
Baz jumps up.
Idiots. Dont stare, move, hide the stuff, come on, move it girlies!
I know your in there. And this time youre not getting out alive.
Ma'ha smiled gracefully. People told her she was beautiful alot; - mainly aunties, but then, in reality, she actually was. Being half arab and half caucasian, she had the best of both worlds - colored eyes and fair (ish) hair.
She never seemed to get a blemish, or gain any excess weight. Yeah, she was pretty much, in a nutshell, by human standards, perfect and the kind of girl people loved to hate, but just couldnt bring themselves to do it, on account of her being sweeter than cotton candy. And Jamil, well, to be honest, its a bit ironic that he had chiselled features, tousled dark hait, broad shoulders and was just the right weight.
So, appearance-wise, they were made for each other.
'Hey, thanks, thats sweet. Anyway, tell me more about you, Jamil.
What do you like to do? What are you all about? What do you wanna do in the future? Ya know.'
A sheepish smile broke out on her face.
Jamil pushed back his hair and felt himself break a sweat. Darn, he hadnt expected all this...questoning.
'Whoa, slow down' he laughed 'Well. Im Jamil, 22, bred, born and raised in London..I used to be a , you know, badman, but now im a goodman. Hahah. Okay that was lame. Anyway, im a good guy, dont worry...I came to ask your hand for the sake of Allah, cuz you know, i aint gettin any younger! I love to work out, shallow as it sounds and Im learning quran, I like ps3...we'll defo have that in our house and i will so beat you! Not that Im a wife beater... i would never touch you!
Ma'ha nodded and laughed inwardly. God, he was sooooo cute! He just couldnt stop talking. Like her lil cousin. Hahah.
'Great.' One more question. 'What do you work as?'
'Well. Cuz i was so bad I never really worked, but i got the qualifications and inshallah Im hoping to go into business.'
lol he wasnt all that nice so you know...oh, maybe i could change it so its, like, 1 year later rather than 1 week later. lol ill write way more in a min inshallah b4 breakfast (:
'Sweet..So, i guess I should tell YOU about ME. Im Ma'ha, im 21, I love swimming, sketching, shopping and cooking, i guess. But I work as well...Im a nurse in the big hospital...' She finished off. That was it, she thought. She looked up and saw that Jamil was mesmerised by her. He hadnt even realised she'd finished talking. She blushed and smiled at him.
Wha-wha? Jamil fell back down to planet earth. What was that sound...his phone!
He looked at the caller ID and saw it was witheld.
'W-wait, excuse me a sec.' He smiled and winked at Ma'ha and nodded to the aunties and then dashed outside. This was gonna be some heated conversation.
'Son of a B*tch!' The voice on the other end spat.
'Listen, back off. Im not the kind of guy you wanna mess about with. I didnt get Mo killed. I practically almost got myself killed in saving him. So please, come out of your own backside for a bit and live in the real world, woman!'
'Your a dirty skank. Your marrying your dead friends sister! Boy, are you sick or what? That doesnt matter. We called up to tell you to keep out of our hood, otherwise you wont see your haha, wife again.' The voice, who Jamil now recognized as Baz, laughed manically. God, he was such an A hole.
Jamil hung up. Waste of time. He turned around and sat on the wall, looking at the setting sun. Why did they have to ruin one of the best days of his life?!
'Beautiful, isnt it?'
He jumped.
'Whoa, yea! Dont scare me like that...and who's beautiful..your or the view?'
'You're so cheesy...but its sweet. Come inside, hun...aunties are waiting, ha. Yea, and my uncle is a sheikh, so i guess we could do the whole thing now...mind you I still want a wedding...'
She added the last bit hurriedly, just in case he thought he could get out of her fairytale princess wedding.
Jamil smiled and swung his legs boyishly on the wall.
'But of course...I'll give you just the princess wedding you've always dreamed of... ' he whispered.
Ma'ha cleared her throat and smiled adorably. She shivered.
'Cold..? Have my jacket..oh, we better go inside. Come on, babydoll. That way.'
They headed indoors, where the aunties and uncle waited for them. Suddenly the house erupted in noise, the aunties crying, the uncle screaming at the aunties to stop crying, Jamil looking unresistably , cutely bewildered.
Twenty minutes later, Jamil And Ma'ha were officialy, married.
Jamil swept her up in his arms and was about to kiss her...and then put her back down and cleared his throat, after realising that everyones eyes were about the size of saucers...
'So, i guess we'll go home hunting tomorrow, yeah? I've, ehm, got to go now angel, but I'll ring you later, now that I can, and say goodnight, yeah? And, you'll get your dream wedding, dont you worry.'
He tenderly kissed her cheek and looked her in the eyes, knowing that she was about to explode of emotion. Which is why he should leave.
'Come on sweetie...You ready to drive home? Lets go. Thank you so much Shireen, your a star!' Jamil's mother wiped a tear and hugged Shireen, and then seemingly, floated out of the door.
Shireen followed her and made 'yalla yalla' signals to uncle. So they left too.
'Babe, I want you to look after yourself, yes? Now that were together, dont ever let me do anything to you you dont want. And if I ever wrong you, feel free to box my face' He laughed and she joined in.
'Mmm..I-I love you. I guess. You look after yourself to, dont do anything stupid, cuz imma look after you, more than youre gonna look after me. Your so cute, you jus make me wanna give you a popsicle and pat you on the head.'
Jamil's dark eyes twinkled.
'Sure. I love popsicles. Habibi, my mum's waiting, so i better go...I dont wanna leave you, but thats whats gonna happen. Goodnight, and I'll ring you later, yep?
Listen, I love you so much, dont ever forget that, yeah?'
He gently put his finger on her lips, turned his head to one side and smiled at her, but not with his lips, with his entire face, his eyes, his whole body seemed to smile.
Ma'ha melted into submission.
'Night...I wont...forget, i mean.'
He gently let her go and then walked out into the night, turning back one last time and then leaving.
Looool this was even mushier....K tomorrow they'll go home hunting, lol ^^
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pretty mushy too 
. Dude it shyed me up! LOL :x
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