as ordered the three sisters wanted to have a taste from our bowl of ice-cream.
Hannah asked me if she could, when I said it’s alright, the three of them dipped their spoons into my dish.
The same was happening to Harun, and they let us have a taste from their dishes.
The sisters were over-powering. It seemed like a done deal to them, that they had caught two small fish to put in their expensive pond.
I was curious to find out whether the girls over here behaved in this manner like these three sisters.
Harun and I never went out with girls before, [Islamic code of conduct] and it seemed odd to watch these sisters so relaxed with us total strangers.
Before we left the restaurant, Fatimah in a whispering voice said, that they would pick us up the next day for a tour of London.
“Please check with your parents first,” I told her.
“Ali is coming, it should be alright,” she answered.
I was beginning to think that these girls had done this sort of thing before and doubts began to creep into my mind. No one is perfect, but I was still inquisitive to find out.
When we left the restaurant and came outside, Liz took her children home in her black BMW.
Abdullah drove the women and uncle Ismael, and uncle Musa took me and Harun with him.
My first question to uncle Musa was, how come the girls chose who they were interested in, and not us.
He said that the girls and their mother were at the Airport when I arrived and saw me and Harun together.
They picked who they wanted to get married to, he was innocent of all that and only found out when they came out of the Mosque and Ali blurted it out.
Harun asked if those girls saw any other men before us. He replied, he did not know and asked why.
Harun remarked, “The girls were not shy, they were eating from our plate like we were already married.”
“We saw that,” he replied, “Abdullah was kissing his teeth, and shaking his head with embarrassment.”
Uncle Musa asked if both of us were happy with our choice. “I like Hannah,” I replied “But I could see that there were lots of barriers to break down where Abdullah was concerned, he does not want to let go of his daughters.”
“What about you, Harun?” he enquired.
“Undecided, uncle,” he answered.
When we got indoors, nothing was said we all prayed our Salah and went to bed.
Next morning at breakfast, Maymun said, “There were some amusing antics on your table last night Harun, what were you and Hasan saying to those girls?” she enquired.
“Nothing mum, they ordered something they did not like, so they ate from our plate,” he replied. “I think they did that deliberately.”
Uncle Ismael said, Abdullah told him on their way home last night, that the two brothers could find work over here, until he was ready to get his daughters married after Fatimah finished her training in eighteen months time.
“What does he take us for?” uncle Ismael remarked. “Is he trying to cut some deal with me because he is rich?
My sons are not coming to live over here and be pushed around by him, and I don’t like the behaviour of his daughters last night, call me old fashioned if you like.”
I said, “Uncle, the girls told us that they were going to take us out sight-seeing today. Ali is coming with us, what we should do.?” I asked.
Uncle Musa replied, “If they already arranged this, then both of you should go.”
He looked at uncle Ismael and said, “Brother Ismael, if you are not happy with all this, don’t say anything to Abdullah. Leave quietly and go back to New York.
Back home there are plenty of girls, your brother Yunus has got two daughters.”
Harun looked at me and smiled.
“What should I tell Abdullah?” he questioned. “Tell him you would like to discuss it with your sons. It is a big decision and you would let me and Nazmoon know what was decided,” he answered.
In the afternoon, two cars arrived with all the family except Abdullah.
Liz took the two women and uncle
Hannah asked me if she could, when I said it’s alright, the three of them dipped their spoons into my dish.
The same was happening to Harun, and they let us have a taste from their dishes.
The sisters were over-powering. It seemed like a done deal to them, that they had caught two small fish to put in their expensive pond.
I was curious to find out whether the girls over here behaved in this manner like these three sisters.
Harun and I never went out with girls before, [Islamic code of conduct] and it seemed odd to watch these sisters so relaxed with us total strangers.
Before we left the restaurant, Fatimah in a whispering voice said, that they would pick us up the next day for a tour of London.
“Please check with your parents first,” I told her.
“Ali is coming, it should be alright,” she answered.
I was beginning to think that these girls had done this sort of thing before and doubts began to creep into my mind. No one is perfect, but I was still inquisitive to find out.
When we left the restaurant and came outside, Liz took her children home in her black BMW.
Abdullah drove the women and uncle Ismael, and uncle Musa took me and Harun with him.
My first question to uncle Musa was, how come the girls chose who they were interested in, and not us.
He said that the girls and their mother were at the Airport when I arrived and saw me and Harun together.
They picked who they wanted to get married to, he was innocent of all that and only found out when they came out of the Mosque and Ali blurted it out.
Harun asked if those girls saw any other men before us. He replied, he did not know and asked why.
Harun remarked, “The girls were not shy, they were eating from our plate like we were already married.”
“We saw that,” he replied, “Abdullah was kissing his teeth, and shaking his head with embarrassment.”
Uncle Musa asked if both of us were happy with our choice. “I like Hannah,” I replied “But I could see that there were lots of barriers to break down where Abdullah was concerned, he does not want to let go of his daughters.”
“What about you, Harun?” he enquired.
“Undecided, uncle,” he answered.
When we got indoors, nothing was said we all prayed our Salah and went to bed.
Next morning at breakfast, Maymun said, “There were some amusing antics on your table last night Harun, what were you and Hasan saying to those girls?” she enquired.
“Nothing mum, they ordered something they did not like, so they ate from our plate,” he replied. “I think they did that deliberately.”
Uncle Ismael said, Abdullah told him on their way home last night, that the two brothers could find work over here, until he was ready to get his daughters married after Fatimah finished her training in eighteen months time.
“What does he take us for?” uncle Ismael remarked. “Is he trying to cut some deal with me because he is rich?
My sons are not coming to live over here and be pushed around by him, and I don’t like the behaviour of his daughters last night, call me old fashioned if you like.”
I said, “Uncle, the girls told us that they were going to take us out sight-seeing today. Ali is coming with us, what we should do.?” I asked.
Uncle Musa replied, “If they already arranged this, then both of you should go.”
He looked at uncle Ismael and said, “Brother Ismael, if you are not happy with all this, don’t say anything to Abdullah. Leave quietly and go back to New York.
Back home there are plenty of girls, your brother Yunus has got two daughters.”
Harun looked at me and smiled.
“What should I tell Abdullah?” he questioned. “Tell him you would like to discuss it with your sons. It is a big decision and you would let me and Nazmoon know what was decided,” he answered.
In the afternoon, two cars arrived with all the family except Abdullah.
Liz took the two women and uncle
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