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We hear many times of couples meeting, spending time together, getting to know one another before getting married and having their happily ever after.
How often, though, do we hear of these very people after their happily ever after? How often d...
I put in the last pin of my hijab and glanced at myself in the mirror, smiling slightly as the sunlight shown in from my window.
Turning around back to my night stand, I took my phone and keys and put them in my purse, smiling at the twins who were sleeping peacefully on my bed. I leant over placing soft kisses onto both of their foreheads and inhaling their heavenly scent as I walked downstairs.
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(These kids look like they're 2 but whatever, they're supposed to be 3-4 years old. Lol)
"Good morning." I called out as I sat on the seat beside Justin.
"Morning." He answered with a smile as my dad and Jessica, his wife, entered the room from the kitchen.
"Good morning, habibti." He said as he kissed my forehead before sitting down.
Jessica was my step mother. My dad had married her a year after getting divorced from my mum and they've been married for about three years. Justin was my step brother, and an amazing one at that. He was like the sibling I never had and more.
While his mum disliked me with a passion for absolutely no reason, Justin loved me just as much.
"Are the babies sleeping?" He asked me and I nodded.
At the age of 22, I had two babies. Well, they were three and a half now, but they were still babies in my eyes and probably always will be.
Hamza was twenty minutes older than his twin sister, Hafsa.
They were my whole life. I've had a rough life in the past, but Alhamdulillah with my two little gifts from Allah (swt) I would feel blessed and thank Him every single day.
Right at that moment, after I answered my dad, a shrill cry was heard from upstairs and I shut my eyes, waiting for the other one which was heard five seconds later.
Jessica sat up to go get them, but Justin stopped her.
I guess I was lucky in the sense that Jessica really liked my children. Alhamdulillah, the hate that she had for me didn't effect her kind treatment of Hamza and Hafsa at all and so as I went to work everyday, I really could trust her to look after them with the upmost care.
"I want to get them." Justin said in excitement as he got off his seat.
"Relax, speedy Gonzales." I muttered with a laugh.
