22nd May, 2015
On my way back home
1:16pm
Just like everyday, it had been a week already since I started being her rider. Not for once had she let us had a decent conversation, and I’m not going to give up. We always rode silently back home and to school, but she had never uttered more words apart from; “Goodmorning, Sir.” And whn I dropped her off at out meeting spot, she would look at me with a small smile on her lips, “Thank you sir.” That’s all. I loved the way she spoke, and I’ll make sure to make her speak more, In Sha Allah.
“Are you free this evening?” I asked out of the blue moon, she looked at me with a bewildered expression on her face. It meant as if she wasn’t expecting me to ask her this question and was looking around my car to check wether I was on phone.
“I’m asking
