looking at Muna, right now I am undecided lets see how tonight goes.” I answered.
When it was time for prayer all of us men performed ablution, and left for the mosque, including Ali.
We all stayed on until the sunset prayers, and then we left for the restaurant together.
Abdullah had booked two tables for a party of twelve, six on each table.
The tables were covered over with white table cloth, and had napkins, side plates, knives, forks, and spoons.
When we walked in Abdullah showed Harun where to sit with Ali in the middle and me at the end, all of us facing the entrance.
On the next table he sat with Uncle Ismael and Musa facing the same direction.
When the girls arrived all dressed in long skirts and shirts I was quite impressed with Hannah’s choice of colours.
She wore a floral purple skirt with a plain top and a plain scarf wrapped around her neck.
We greeted the girls, and Hannah sat opposite me, Zainab sat in the middle opposite Ali and Fatimah in front of Harun.
Harun spoke in Arabic and asked me, what he should say to this girl with piercing green eyes.
I myself was unsure, through nervousness I laughed then all the girls began to laugh.
The girl in the middle said, “You two brothers seems very close, us sisters always argue.”
“What do you argue about?” I asked.
“Oh, things like borrowing each other make-up, shoes, and jumpers, that sort of thing,” she answered.
Then Harun finally started a conversation with Fatimah, and I asked Hannah, what age group of children she taught in school. She was well spoken and smiled a lot.
The girls had already ordered everything we were going to eat for that evening but a menu was given to each one of us.
Hannah told me to ignore it as they had already ordered by phone. Drinks were brought in, followed by the starter, and then the main course, which was meat Biryani, salad and various sauces.
Hannah and I continued to chat, she asked me what type of food I usually eat in Egypt, and that she would love to travel to the Middle East, and learn Arabic.
By now I was hypnotize by this beautiful young woman sitting in front of me and looking at me as I spoke.
She was trying her best to answer some of the questions I put to her and I was thinking that I would teach her Arabic myself if we were destined to be together.
If all went well in this match-making process, I would like to meet up with her again for another chat before I left London.
Ali who was listening to our conversation remarked, “You heard what dad said that none of you are going to live abroad.”
“Shut up Ali and mind your own business,” Hannah remarked. Ali had now let slip what we were not expecting with his comments.
If Harun and I were interested in these two sisters, we would have to live in England, which I was not prepared to do right now.
I was thinking to move to Kuwait for a better job and pay to bring up a family.
Now I was not going to push my luck, and let destiny take over. Hannah told me that she needed some religious guidance; we all continued to talk, laugh and joke among ourselves.
They seemed comfortable with us and told us that they would like to take us sight-seeing in London before we left.
Fatimah turned to Ali and said, “You are not invited.”
“Dad would not allow it if I am not there,” he answered.
She looked at me and Harun and whispered, “He is our dad’s ears and eyes. Wait till his turn comes, we are going to do the same to him.”
We were all laughing and Ali got vexed, “Girls, he hissed, they all pick on me.”
I felt sorry for him and wanted to give him a hug, but his father was looking at us.
Harun then said according to Islam Ali is right, he should accompany his sisters, it’s called Mehram, until they are married, then their husbands would fill that gap.
Hannah remarked, “We do not have any knowledge of Islam, our dad did not teach us.”
The girls were sociable than we had expected. When the third course was brought in
When it was time for prayer all of us men performed ablution, and left for the mosque, including Ali.
We all stayed on until the sunset prayers, and then we left for the restaurant together.
Abdullah had booked two tables for a party of twelve, six on each table.
The tables were covered over with white table cloth, and had napkins, side plates, knives, forks, and spoons.
When we walked in Abdullah showed Harun where to sit with Ali in the middle and me at the end, all of us facing the entrance.
On the next table he sat with Uncle Ismael and Musa facing the same direction.
When the girls arrived all dressed in long skirts and shirts I was quite impressed with Hannah’s choice of colours.
She wore a floral purple skirt with a plain top and a plain scarf wrapped around her neck.
We greeted the girls, and Hannah sat opposite me, Zainab sat in the middle opposite Ali and Fatimah in front of Harun.
Harun spoke in Arabic and asked me, what he should say to this girl with piercing green eyes.
I myself was unsure, through nervousness I laughed then all the girls began to laugh.
The girl in the middle said, “You two brothers seems very close, us sisters always argue.”
“What do you argue about?” I asked.
“Oh, things like borrowing each other make-up, shoes, and jumpers, that sort of thing,” she answered.
Then Harun finally started a conversation with Fatimah, and I asked Hannah, what age group of children she taught in school. She was well spoken and smiled a lot.
The girls had already ordered everything we were going to eat for that evening but a menu was given to each one of us.
Hannah told me to ignore it as they had already ordered by phone. Drinks were brought in, followed by the starter, and then the main course, which was meat Biryani, salad and various sauces.
Hannah and I continued to chat, she asked me what type of food I usually eat in Egypt, and that she would love to travel to the Middle East, and learn Arabic.
By now I was hypnotize by this beautiful young woman sitting in front of me and looking at me as I spoke.
She was trying her best to answer some of the questions I put to her and I was thinking that I would teach her Arabic myself if we were destined to be together.
If all went well in this match-making process, I would like to meet up with her again for another chat before I left London.
Ali who was listening to our conversation remarked, “You heard what dad said that none of you are going to live abroad.”
“Shut up Ali and mind your own business,” Hannah remarked. Ali had now let slip what we were not expecting with his comments.
If Harun and I were interested in these two sisters, we would have to live in England, which I was not prepared to do right now.
I was thinking to move to Kuwait for a better job and pay to bring up a family.
Now I was not going to push my luck, and let destiny take over. Hannah told me that she needed some religious guidance; we all continued to talk, laugh and joke among ourselves.
They seemed comfortable with us and told us that they would like to take us sight-seeing in London before we left.
Fatimah turned to Ali and said, “You are not invited.”
“Dad would not allow it if I am not there,” he answered.
She looked at me and Harun and whispered, “He is our dad’s ears and eyes. Wait till his turn comes, we are going to do the same to him.”
We were all laughing and Ali got vexed, “Girls, he hissed, they all pick on me.”
I felt sorry for him and wanted to give him a hug, but his father was looking at us.
Harun then said according to Islam Ali is right, he should accompany his sisters, it’s called Mehram, until they are married, then their husbands would fill that gap.
Hannah remarked, “We do not have any knowledge of Islam, our dad did not teach us.”
The girls were sociable than we had expected. When the third course was brought in
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