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They came out after a little while. Khalil looked mad but dad seemed surprisingly calm. We got into the car and went home.
Khalil went upstairs and slammed the door.
“He’s going to get in trouble for that.” Ahmed whispered. But dad just went into his office and got on the phone.
“Let’s go upstairs.” I said.
Khalil was lying on his bed. When he heard us come in he buried his head under the pillow.
“Hey, did you get in trouble?” Ahmed asked.
“Trouble? I’m suspended.” He replied sitting up.
“But you didn’t do anything.” Ahmed said.
“Yeah try telling that to Mr. Aziz. He says I should have came straight to him from the beginning. He said because I fought I have to be suspended.” Khalil said as he paced back and forth in the room.
“He’s crazy. Does he expect me to stand there and let them kill me?”
“For how long are you suspended?” I asked him.
“A whole week. Amin and Yunus are suspended for two weeks.”
“Cheer up. At least you won’t have to do any home work.” Ahmed said.
“I wish. I have to do all the work I missed at home. All of it.” Khalil said while sitting down. I noticed he had a bruise on his forehead.
“Is dad mad?” I asked.
“He was pretty calm in there but he’s probably going to blow up on me soon. Just wait and see.” He looked at his watch.
“Let’s just go to the Masjid. It’s almost Maghrib.”
“But there’s still a whole half an hour.” I said.
“I rather spend it at the masjid then to sit here and wait for what dad’s going to say.” He said as he headed towards the door.
“Will he let you leave?” Ahmed asked.
Khalil shrugged. “I’ll soon find out.”
Dad let us go so we got on our bikes and pedaled towards the Masjid.
Shiekh Muhammad was just getting of his car when we got there.
“Assalamu Alaykum!” he greeted us cheerfully.
“Wa Alaykum Assalam.” We answered.
We put our bikes away and went inside.
“Did you bump your head?” Sheikh Muhammad asked Khalil.
“What? What do mean?”
“You have a small bruise on your forehead.” Khalil raised his hand to touch it then he winced in pain.
“I didn’t even notice it till now. It’s throbbing now.” He said.
“What happened?” the Sheikh asked. Khalil’s face turned red and he looked away.
“He got into a fight in school.” Ahmed teased. Khalil glared at him.
Sheikh Muhammad seemed surprised.
“You got into a fight?” he exclaimed. “With whom?”
“Amin and Yunus.” Khalil murmured.
“Wow. Did you guys get in trouble?”
“Big time. We all got suspended.” Khalil replied.
“Does your father know about this?” Amu asked.
“Dad? Yeah he knows. I don’t know what he’s going to do though.”
“Well I have to work on some papers. I’ll be in my office.” The Sheikh said as he walked towards his office. We went to the Musallah. Zakir and Zaki were there reading. Zaki looked up and grinned.
“Hey Khalil. How much trouble did you get into?” he asked.
“I get a long break from school.” Khalil joked.
“You’re suspended?” Zakir perked up. Khalil nodded. We all sat down and got a book to read. Soon Sheikh Ahmed came in and called the Adhan. Soon people started poring into the masjid like always. When the Salah was over we went outside to get our bikes.
“Hey! I got a flat!” Khalil exclaimed. We looked at his bike the wheel was flat.
“There’s a note there.” Ahmed said pointing to the handlebars. Khalil opened it and read it. A frown came onto his face.
 
“What does it say.” I asked him as I got of my bike.
“It’s some kind of threat I guess. A lame one if you ask me.”
“What does it say?” I asked again.
“This is your first punishment. Beware of the second one.” Khalil read out loud. Ahmed chuckled.
“Sounds like something a little kid would write.” He said. We got down and helped Khalil patch up the whole.
“It’s not going to last long.” I commented. “But it’ll get you home inshallah.”
We rode of home. Dad was waiting at the entrance.
“You guys are late. You promised you’d come straight home.” He said eyeing us suspiciously.
“I had a flat, dad.” Khalil said as we put our bikes away.
“Well meet me in my office. All of you. I want to talk to the two of you.” Dad said as he went back inside.
“Probably about today.” Khalil murmured.
“Good luck.” Ahmed said as he went to the living room.
We went upstairs. Dad was sitting behind his desk. He took of his glasses and told us to sit down.
“Ok. I want to hear everything that happened. Don’t leave anything out.” Dad said. Khalil did most of the storytelling.
 
Khalil did most of the storytelling.
Dad didn’t say anything. He just sat there and tugged at his beard thoughtfully. I glanced at Khalil. He was drumming his fingers on the table nervously. I wonder what dad’s going to do.
 
I sat there waiting for what dad was going to say. Finally after what seemed like millions of years he spoke up.
“Well, I cant do anything about the fact that you are suspended, Mr. Aziz is not someone who will go back on their word. You can leave now. I want to think about this a bit.” He said. We stood up and left. Khalid went to the room, but I went outside to the backyard. I sat down on the porch steps.
I wish everything would go back to how they were. I wish I never got my self into this. But my wishes never come true. I heard my phone ring.
“Yusuf.” The screen read. I hesitated. Should I pick it up? No.
It stopped ringing and I went back to wishing but he called again.
Fine. I’ll pick it up this time.
“Hello?” I said into the phone.
“Hey Khalil.” I heard his familiar voice.
“Hi.”
“Listen. I know you’re mad at me, and I just wanted to apologize weather you forgive me or not. I’m tired of all of this. Seriously.”
I didn’t answer. What was I suppose to say anyways?
He kept on going. “You know what I want right now? More then anything? I want our friendship back. I wish I could go back into time and erase all of this. I’m really sorry. I was a jerk for not speaking up today.”
“Umm… It’s ok Yusuf. You didn’t want to get in trouble.”
“Are you suspended?” he asked uneasily.
“Yeah. A week.”
“Oh… at least you get a few days of.”
“Yeah, maybe.”
“Are you coming to the Masjid for Asr?”
“Probably.”
“Ok. See you then. Bye.”
“Bye.”
I heard the porch door open. Khalid came out.
“Who were you talking to?” he asked.
I looked away and didn’t answer.
“Khalil? Did you hear me?” he asked sitting down.
“Yusuf.” I said.
“What?”
“He was just apologizing.”
 
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MasyaAllah.
Wow, your story is great. I've been hooked on them for almost 2 hours, I've been reading right thru lunch. I love it. Can't wait to read more.
 
I heard the porch door open. Khalid came out.
“Who were you talking to?” he asked.
I looked away and didn’t answer.
“Khalil? Did you hear me?” he asked sitting down.
“Yusuf.” I said.
“What?”
“He was just apologizing.”
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I nodded. “Yeah he said he was sorry and…”
I was interrupted by a shrill scream. I glanced at Khalid. We got up and ran back into the house. Aisha was shaking and mom was trying to calm her down. Ahmed was standing next to her.
“What happened?” dad asked as he hurried into the living room.
“I came here to play with my doll. And I pulled up the shades.” She said pointing to a nearby window. “There was an ugly man there. He had a gun in his hand.” She started to cry. “He ran away when I screamed.” She managed to say between sobs. I saw mom’s face become pale.
“Which way did he go?” dad asked her.
“He ran toward the driveway.” She sobbed.
“Are you sure he had a gun?”
She nodded. “He was holding it in his hand.” She shuddered as she remembered it.
 

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