بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ
I made salaam as I entered the house and dumped my school bag on the floor making a beeline for my favourite place in the house, the kitchen. Catching sight of me digging in the fridge Dadi exclaimed in horror, “Who do you think you are to just barge into our house like this and make yourself at home? Are you Asma’s friend? Even then, It doesn’t give you the right to behave like this.”
I couldn’t help it, I laughed and laughed and laughed as the look on Dadi’s face became worse and worse. By now Dadi looked terribly alarmed probably thinking ‘Which mental hospital did this woman escape from?’ Finally composing myself, I realised that I still had my purda on. I removed it and gave Dadi a bright smile saying, ‘Sorry for giving you such a scare but your expression was hilarious. I only started wearing it this morning. I know you probably don’t approve but as daddy said, it’s my life and my choice. It’s not like I’m doing anything wrong anyways. Infact I’m doing what’s right so there is nothing that you can stay to stop me. I really hope you support my decision though.”
I looked up and warily watched Dadi. I was really uncertain what Dadi’s reaction would be like. Dadi tended to react in the most bizarre of ways. Dadi silently examined me, looking at me up and down. After a few tension filled minutes of silence Dadi grabbed her car keys off the key rack and was soon gone.
I sighed slightly worried about where Dadi went. I went to check on mummy intending to tell her what had transpired and was surprised to find her looking better, albeit more tired as well, than she had in days. Mummy’s cheeks were filled colour and she looked tired but happy. I listened in amazement as mummy filled me in on her eventful morning. I started feeling much more at ease than I did since mummy’s fall. Mummy seemed to be on the road to recovery, Alhamdulillah.
Mummy asked me how my first day in niqaab was and I recounted to her my entire day. I worriedly ended of with how Dadi had taken her car keys and driven of to who knows where! Mummy told me not to worry too much because ‘It is Dadi we are talking about after all’ and sent me off to go read my Zuhr salaah.
Hours passed by and still no sign of Dadi. Asr time was almost over and Dadi was still not back. Panicked, I went to go see if mummy knows anything but she didn’t. Khalid and Daddy didn’t know anything either. We tried phoning Dadi but she wasn’t answering her phone. I was really starting to freak out. The thoughts of what could have happened that was flashing through my mind was only making me more anxious. Where could she be?