**~~My story~~**

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I glanced at Khalil’s bed and a pang of worry hit me. I forced it away and went to sleep. The next day after Dhuhr dad gave me a choice of staying at home alone or going with them to pick up Ahmed’s parents. I picked the second one. I’ve never seen anyone as excited as Aisha was while we were driving to the airport. She squealed with delight at the thought of her parents coming home after a month and half. I glued my face to the window ignoring everyone else. Aisha was talking nonstop. When we got to the Airport she jumped out of the car excitedly. She was bouncing all around us when Khawla told her to stop. We walked over to where the passengers would come from. We were sitting on the chairs while Dad went to the reception desk to ask when Amu Rami’s plane would descend.
“We’re three hours early.” Dad sighed as he dropped himself into a chair.
Three hours?! There is no way I’m going to sit here and wait for three hours with out doing anything.
“Dad, I’m gona roam around the airport. Ok?” I asked him. He nodded absentmindedly. I walked away and Ahmed followed me. I was sort of annoyed, I wanted to be on my own, but I just shrugged it of. He was in a better mood then me, probably because his parents are coming home. I ended up following him around.
“Hey I need to go to the rest room.” He said after a while. I pointed to the escalator.
“They’re up there.” I said and we went up. I waited outside. I heard a door open behind me. I thought it was Ahmed but it wasn’t. He was another boy of about fifteen or sixteen. I noticed he was staring at me like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
“What?” I asked.
“How did you get here?” he asked.
“What are you talking about?”
“Aren’t you the boy in that hotel? With the other two boys?” he asked.
“What hotel?”
“Are you trying to act like you haven’t seen me before? Remember my Uncle knocked that clerk uncautious? That’s kinda hard to forget.”
I didn’t know what he was talking about. Then suddenly a light clicked on in my brain. Khalil! Maybe that’s who he was talking about.
“How did the other boys look like?” I asked him excitedly.
“One was tall and had long wavy hair that came up to his shoulders. He’s the one that opened the door. And the other was as tall as you and he also had black hair, they all looked Arab.” He said.
“You said there were three.”
“Yeah the other one was you. And if he wasn’t you then he was your clone.”
Or my twin I thought. “Where is the hotel located?” I asked him.
“It’s not in this state. It’s in Washington next to…” suddenly we heard a shout and a muscular man came running towards us. He looked beyond mad.
“What are you doing here chatting?!” he exploded on the boy. “You’re here talking to a complete stranger and we’re about to miss our plane. Let’s go!” he grabbed the boy’s hand and pulled him away. For a moment I felt sorry for the kid. The man looked merciless. Then Ahmed came out.
“Who was that shouting?” he asked but I was half hearing him. I was overjoyed at the thought of finding Khalil and my friends. I basically ran back to where dad was. Ahmed was hurrying to catch up to me.
“Khalid! What on earth happened to you? Khalid, wait!” he called.
When dad saw me running he stood up and hurried towards us.
“What? What happened?” he asked.
I stopped to catch my breath and told him what the boy said.
“Washington! Do you know how many hotels are in the whole state?” Ahmed asked. “It will take us the whole day. You could have at least found out what city they were in.” he said.
“Well he was about to, but that guy pulled him away.” I answered.
“Ok how about this. Khalid and I will go home by Taxi. Ahmed, you stay here till you parents come. Then you guys can take the car back home. Meanwhile we’ll be looking through the phone book for all the hotels in Washington. We’ll each take a city and check up the hotels if there’s any Khalil, Zaki, or Yusuf there.” Dad proposed.
“It’s worth a try.” I said. Dad walked over to Mom and told her what we were going to do. She agreed. Dad took out his cell phone and told Amu Rashid what was happening and we went outside and caught a Taxi. When we got home dad rushed upstairs. I took a phone book from his office and went to my room for peace. I started with Tacoma. It was a big city and there were hundreds of hotels there. I called each one, one by one. None of them had a Yusuf, Zaki, or Khalil staying there. After three hours I had called all the hotels that were listed in the book. I moved on to Seattle. It was a million times worse. This time I had to go through a thousand hotels.
One of them was located next to police headquarters. I was about to give up. Three more and I’m taking a rest. I thought. I called the hotel which was called Eight Avenue Inn. A man named Jim answered the phone.
“Thank You for calling Eight Avenue Inn. What can I do for you?” he asked.
“Hi. I’m looking for a Khalil. Is he residing here?” I asked.
“As a matter of fact, he just came in with two friends yesterday night. Would you like to speak with him?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Ok, please hold.”
After a while he was back. I’m sorry; he is not in his room right now. Don’t worry I will make sure to tell him that a…what is your name?”
“Khalid.”
“Ok, Khalid. I will tell him.” Then he hung up. I raced to dad’s office and threw open the door. He was just getting of the phone.
“I hope you had more luck then me.” He said.
“Dad! He’s in the eight Avenue Inn in Seattle Washington. I asked the clerk to talk to him but he wasn’t in his room. They’re gona call back when he gets back.” I got that all out in one breath. Dad was so happy. He placed his hand into his pocket then his smile vanished.
“”Oh no! I forgot my cell phone in the airport.” He exclaimed.
Just then we heard the doorbell ring. I went downstairs to answer. Khawla, Khadeejah, mom, Ahmed, Aisha and they’re parents were there. Aisha was in her dad’s hands. I opened the door and let them in. Dad had just come down.
Khawla handed him his cell phone.
“You forgot it on your seat.” She told him. He thanked her and took it upstairs. I guess he’s going to call Amu Rashid. Then I heard my cell phone ringing from upstairs. I hurried up and answered it.
“Hello?” I heard Jim’s voice. “Your brother is here to speak to you.” He said as he transferred me. After a few seconds I could hear Khalil’s voice. I don’t think I was ever as happy as I was right now.
 
“Assalamu Alaykum. Hey Khalid.”
“Wa Alaykum As-salam. Are you ok?” I asked.
“Yeah. I’m fine. So how’d ya find us?”
“You sure don’t sound like someone who was captured and missing for almost two days. I spent about four hours searching every hotel in Washington.”
“Well, what’s the use of panicking? You just exhaust your self and when you’re done, you’re still in the same situation. Anyways how did you know that we were in Washington?”
I told him of my encounter with the kid this morning.
“Wow! He didn’t seem helpful when I saw him.” He laughed.
“How did you guys get to that hotel?” I asked.
He stopped laughing. “Khalid you gotta help. They’ve accused us of dealing with drugs.” He said. I felt my heart nearly come to a stop.
“Hey you still there?” he asked.
“No. I’m trying to decide if my hearing’s ok.”
“I told ya you need hearing aide.” He joked.
“Quit joking Khalil. This is serious.”
“What ever. Where’s dad?”
“In his office. You wana talk to him?” I asked.
“Sure. I bet he’ll be more useful then you.”
I ignored him and went to dad’s office. He was just getting of his phone. I handed him my cell. He thanked me and I went back down stairs and greeted my Uncle and Aunt. They smiled back. Every one was in the family room except Khadeejah. I guess she’s upstairs.
“Khalid who were you talking to?” Khawla asked. She was eating an apple.
“Khalil.” I answered. Khawla nearly choked on the apple. Mom’s face was filled with a wide smile of happiness.
“Is he ok?” she asked.
“Yeah. He sounds like he went on a vacation and there’s nothing wrong.” I chuckled. I didn’t tell her bout what he said about getting accused. I switched on the TV and surfed through the channels though I was not actually seeing them. Why would anyone accuse them of dealing with drugs? Is there more to the truth then he’s telling?
 
u're welcome ^^
i didnt get time to write anything today
i'll probably post tommorow inshallah :)
 
u're welcome ^^
i didnt get time to write anything today
i'll probably post tommorow inshallah :)
 
“So where are we going?” I asked Zaki after we left our room.
He shrugged. “I don’t know. What do you want to do?”
“Let’s go downstairs to the lobby. Maybe that kid is still here.”
We took the elevator.
“It’s funny how technology makes people so lazy.” Zaki commented.
“I don’t care. I love it.”
He shook his head as we got off.
A new clerk was taking the spot of the guy named Jim.
Zaki walked around the lobby trying to decide on something to do.
“You want to play some ball?” I asked him.
 
A new clerk was taking the spot of the guy named Jim.
Zaki walked around the lobby trying to decide on something to do.
“You want to play some ball?” I asked him. He shrugged and we went to the basement. There were some boys playing already. We watched them for an hour until their game was finished. Then we started playing.
We played until it was Dhuhr time then we went back to our room. Yusuf was already up. He was on his bed reading.
He looked up when we came in.
“Did you guys find anything about muscle man?” he asked.
We shook our heads. “We didn’t even try.” Zaki chuckled.
“Boy, are you guys lazy.” He said as he put away his book. We all made wudu’. It was Zaki’s turn to lead.When we finished praying we went downstairs to eat.
“It’s kinda late for breakfast, don’t you think?” Zaki asked as we sat down at one of the empty tables. We were looking through the menu’s.
Yusuf shrugged. “It’s never too late to eat.” He joked.
Zaki shook his head. “Every time I’m eating I remember all the poor people in different part of the world who cant afford to eat three meals a day.” He said solemnly.
“That’s if you can call what they eat a meal. Some are lucky to get even a slice of bread.” Yusuf added. I listened to their conversation quietly.
After a few minutes a waiter came to take our orders. He scribbled them down on a small notepad.
“Your orders will be ready in ten minutes.” He said as he left.
 
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“How worried do you think our parents are?” Zaki asked after a while.
“Enough to tear our heads off when we come back.” Yusuf joked.
“You can’t last for one hour without joking huh?”
“Sure I can. But what’s the use of being so serious all the time?”
“What’s the use of joking all the time?”
“First of all, I don’t joke all the time, and second, joking eases the tension in any atmosphere.” Yusuf answered.
“Sure but it gets irritating after a while.”
“Well it doesn’t bother me so who cares?”
“I care.” Zaki answered.
Yusuf shrugged. “That’s your problem. It’s your opinion against mine.”
“Yeah and mine’s superior.”
“Says who?”
“You guys are getting pretty annoying.” I broke in. They were quarrelling like little kids.
“We’ve been waiting for an hour. This place has such bad service.” Yusuf complained.
“It’s only been ten minutes, and I had to sit here and listen to you guys argue over some nonsense.” I replied.
“Our food should be here by now.” Yusuf said.
“There’s one thing you lack Yusuf.” Zaki spoke up.
“What?”
“Patience.”




more later iA
 
Yusuf was about to retort back when the waiter came with our food.
Later after we finished eating Zaki and Yusuf stayed downstairs. I went upstairs back to our room. I took Yusuf’s book and started reading. It was a novel and was pretty boring. I was half paying attention when the phone rang. I picked it up.
“Is this Khalil?” a familiar voice asked.
“Yeah.”
“Khalil this is Jim. A boy by the name of Khalid would like to talk to you. Would you like me transfer him to the line?” he asked.
Khalid?! I could hardly believe my ears. “Yes.” I answered.
“Ok. He’s on the line right now.” I heard a click.
“Assalamu Alaykum. Hey Khalid.” I said into the phone.
“Wa Alaykum As-salam. Hey. Are you ok?” he asked.
“Yeah. Al-Hamdulillah. I’m fine.” I had a question for him too. “How did you find us?” I asked him.
“You sure don’t sound like someone who was missing for almost two days. I spent more than four hours searching every hotel in Washington.”
I sort of laughed. We sure changed. Khalid was usually the calm one.
“What’s the use of panicking? You just exhaust your self and when you’re done, you’re still in the same situation.” I answered him. “Anyways, how did you know that we were in Washington?”
“I didn’t. See, we went to the Airport today to pick up Amu Rami. And I bumped into this boy that obviously thought I was you. I found out from him that you were in a hotel some where in Washington. But then this man came and pulled him away before he could tell me what city. So dad and I had to sit and search all the hotels in Washington. And I finally found you in this one.” He explained.
I laughed. “That’s impressive. The kid seemed to be eavesdropping on us. He didn’t seem helpful when I saw him.”
“By the way. How did you guys get to that hotel?” he asked.
I stopped laughing. “Khalid you wont believe this. The police found our kidnappers but now they’ve accused us of dealing with drugs.” I told him. I heard a soft gasp then silence.
“Hey are you still there?” I asked.
“No. I’m trying to decide if my hearing’s ok.” He answered. I memory went back to when we were arguing at the Masjid in the morning of the day of our fight.
“I told ya you need a hearing aide.” I joked.
“Quit joking Khalil. This is serious.” For a second he sounded like Zaki.
“What ever.” I said. “Where’s dad?”
“In his office. You wana talk to him?” he asked.
“Sure. He’ll be more useful then you.” I teased him. He didn’t answer either he didn’t hear or he was just ignoring me.
After a minute I heard dad’s voice.
“Khalil?” he asked. He seemed relived and happy.
 
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“Assalamu Alaykum dad.”
“Khalil?” he repeated like he couldn’t believe it. “Are you ok son?”
“Yeah dad. We’re all fine.”
“Alhamdulillah. Tell me what happened. How did you get yourself in Washington?” he asked.
“It’s a long story…” I started.
He cut me off. “I’m all ears. I’ve spent the past forty-eight hours wondering what happened so I’m not gona let go of a chance to find out.” He said.
I could picture him leaning back in his chair waiting for me to start.
“Well mom sent me to take some books to the library and Zaki joined me. While we were on our way we noticed a skinny man following us. We stopped and asked him why he was following us but he denied that he was. And just then I heard Zaki shout so I turned around and saw a black car racing towards us. I jumped aside and the car whizzed past us. At that point we looked around for the guy that was following us but he wasn’t there. Suddenly the car came back and two men got out. One of them I don’t know who he was but the other was the scar faced guy. The one that attacked me on that night that they were slashing our tires. Well they knocked us out and placed us in the back of their car. then they locked us up in this room with nothing but a few blankets a couch and a faucet.”
“Sounds pretty luxurious.” Dad commented.
I kept on going and told him about Yusuf coming and how we escaped and called the police.
“Did they contact you dad?” I asked him.
“Who?” he asked.
“The police. They made us write down our names and our parents’ phone numbers.
 
“The police. They made us write down our names and our parents’ phone numbers. So I thought they might have contacted you.”
“Not yet. Which is pretty strange they usually do everything right away.”
“Dad, you know they’ve accused us of dealing with drugs.”
“What?!”
His shout startled me.
“I guess they’re mistaking us with…”
“With Yunus, Amin, and Hasan. No doubt. The police really accused you three? Are you serious? You’re not joking with me are you Khalil?” he asked. He seemed angry.
“I’m serious dad. And it wasn’t the police that accused us but the warehouse workers. And the police chief said the majority of them testified to that. So unless we can bring some solid proof evidence I guess we’re gona be under surveillance. We’re not allowed to leave the hotel.” I told him. I could sense him trying to control his anger.
“We’re coming.” He said.
“What?” I asked confusedly.
“We’re coming. Khalid and me.”
“You’re gona come to Seattle?” I asked him.
“Yes. We’ll drive. No one accuses my son then gets away with it. I’ll let you speak to Khalid while I talk to your mother. Don’t hang up ok?”
I nodded then remembering that he can’t see me I said yes. I heard him talk to someone then a loud click.
“Khalil?” I heard Khalid’s voice after a minute.
“Yeah.”
“Wow. I’ve never seen dad like this.” He chuckled.
“Like how?”
“He seems ticked off. You know what he said?”
“What?”
“We’re going to Seattle. Can you believe that?”
 
“You seem excited.”
“Sure I am. Isn’t it nice over there?” he asked.
“How should I know. Most of the time I was locked up somewhere and now we cant take one step out of the hotel. The only time I got to see the world was in the middle of the night in the woods, and when I was in the back of that squad car. The whole city from what I saw looked shabby.”
“Where’s Yusuf and Zaki right now?”
“I don’t know. They’re somewhere in the hotel probably playing basketball.”
“Hey dad wants to talk to you.” He said as he gave the phone to dad.
“Khalil, we’re gona leave right now. Inshallah we should be there in about three hours. Stay in your room in case we need to call. Ok?” dad said.
“Ok.” I didn’t want to stay in the room for three hours but I didn’t argue.
“Ok. Assalamu Alaykum.”
“Wa Alaykum As-Salam.” I answered. I hung up then I called room service.
“Is there a way I can get some video games up here?” I asked them.
“Sure. Some one will bring you some to choose from in a few minutes.”
The few minutes turned out to be twenty minutes. Finally a man came and pushed in a small cart that was filled with games. I picked a couple of them then he got them set up. I was playing for about an hour when Yusuf and Zaki came in.
“Cool man. I cant believe I didn’t even think of that.” Yusuf exclaimed as he sat down next to me. I let him play.
“I’ve been playing for the past hour or something. My fingers are numb.” I said. Zaki and I sat down and watched him play.
“What were you guys doing?” I asked them.
“Basketball.” Yusuf answered with his eyes glued on the screen.
“You know it’s about time we get in contact with our parents.” Zaki said.
“Dad’s coming.” I told him. They both whirled around to face me. Yusuf paused his game.
“Really? Your dad’s coming here?” Zaki asked.
“Yeah.”
“You called him?” Yusuf asked.
 
“No. Khalid called me.” Then they made me tell them how he found out where we were and I had to do another twenty minutes of story telling again.
“When are they coming?” Zaki asked.
“Today. I’m supposed to stay here in case they call.”
“Great. I’m glad we have someone else to sort this out. I couldn’t go to sleep last night as I thought of what we were going to do.” Yusuf said.
“YOU were sleepless and worried?” Zaki asked him. I laughed.
Yusuf ignored us and went back to his game. We watched him play in silence. Then we heard the phone ring. I got up and answered it.
“Assalamu Alaykum.” I heard Khalid say.
“Wa Alaykum As-salam.” I answered.
“Dad told me to tell you that we’re almost there.” He said.
“How much is almost?”
“A little bit less then an hour.” I could here people talking in the background.
“You guys took the bus or something?”
“No. Why?”
“It sounds like there’s a whole crowd with you.”
He laughed. “Amu Rashid, Zakir and his dad came along.”
“Oh. He’ll be happy about that.”
“We’ll see you later. Assalamu Alaykum.”
 
Dad was pretty insistent on going to Seattle. He called Amu Rashid and asked him to come along. He agreed. I went to wait outside while dad got ready. Zaki’s dad Amu Nadir was outside with Zakir. They were raking. I walked over to them.
“Assalamu Alaykum.” Amu Nadir said.
“Wa Alaykum As-salam.” I answered.
“Did you guys find anything new about the boys?” He asked.
I nodded. “Yeah, they’re in Seattle Washington and we’re going over there right now.” Zakir dropped his rake in surprise.
“Are you for real?!” he asked. I smiled and nodded again.
“Dad can we go? Please?” he begged.
“Where’s your dad?” Amu Nadir asked.
“Umm…he was getting ready. He should be out by now.” I turned around. Dad was headed towards us. Amu Nadir walked over to him and they started talking.
“How’d you find out where they were?” Zakir asked and I told him the whole story over again as I helped him finish raking. When I finished Dad and Amu Nadir were still talking.
“Come on boys.” Dad called me after a while.
“We’re coming along.” Amu Nadir told me as he passed me to get ready.
Zakir followed him inside. We waited in the car. After five minutes they came out. We first prayed at the masjid. Then we were on our way.
Dad and Amu Nadir chatted for a long time of past memories. Zakir joined in soon. And they were all laughing and enjoying the funny memoirs.
“Khalid can you call Khalil and tell him we’re only about an hour away?” dad asked me after a while. I took out my cell and called him. He picked it up.
“Assalamu Alaykum.”
“Wa Alaykum As-salam.” He answered.
“Hey, dad told me to tell you that we’re almost there.”
“How much is almost?” he asked laughingly.
“Umm…about an hour.”
We walked a bit then he hung up.
“We have to stop at a gas station soon. We’re only about twenty minutes and I hate to stop, but we have no choice.” Dad said later on. He exited and stopped to get some gas.
“Dad we’re gona get a few snacks.” I said pointing to a small store. He nodded and Zakir and I got out of the car and headed towards the store.
Zakir basically got candy and some chips.
“That’s gona make you really thirsty.” I said pointing to the two bags of chips he was carrying. He grinned and got a bottle of white water.
“You don’t want some juice or pop?” I asked. He shook his head. I got some chips and a bottle of Pepsi. After I paid we went back to the car.
“These people are taking too long.” Dad was saying as we got in.
“Here comes that man right now.” Amu Nadir said.
I nearly choked on my chip when I saw the guy. He was wearing a hood so you couldn’t really see his face but I recognized him immediately. He was the man with the star shaped scar. Right now only half of his scar showed. The other half was hid behind the hood. What had Khalil said his name was? I tried frantically to remember. Oh yah, Kevin Killer. He sure looked like a killer. He was walking towards our car slowly like he had all the time in the world between his hands. Zakir noticed that I was staring hard at the guy.
“What? You’re acting like you just saw a ghost.” He laughed.
Dad and Amu Nadir turned around to look at me.
 

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