Meenah's POV

"Ouch, you're hurting me" I screamed as the hair dresser pulled my hair hard.

"Sorry ma'am" she apologized. I concentrated on my phone for a bit before she pulled my poor hair yet again.

"What on earth is wrong with you" I screamed loudly as I stood up from the soft chair. All eyes in the hair saloon turn on me. Neenah came to where I was standing leaving her half done manicure.

"Meenah...what's wrong now" she said with a tired look on her face. The manager also came to check what was wrong.

"I told you we shouldn't have come to this saloon, but you wouldn't listen. Their staffs don't have any knowledge about hair, did you see how hard she had pulled my hair as if she wanted to remove them. I don't..."

"Shhhhhh" she said placing her finger on my lips. I realized I spoke a little loud.

"Oh I'm so sorry for the inconvenience caused" the manager started " please sit down, I'll personally do your hair. So sorry once again" I reluctantly sat as she scolded the girl who wanted to rip my hair out of my skull. Neenah went back to her manicure.

"So you want a haircut?" The manager asked.

"No"

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Neenah's POV

I held almost ten shopping bags in my hands as we approached the car, with the driver patiently waiting for us. Meenah held three ice-cream cones, one, strawberry flavored and the other two, chocolate.

I shoved the bags into the car trunk and took my strawberry ice-cream from her hands. Frozen ice cream, perfect for a sunny Sunday afternoon.

We got into the car and headed home as I thought of the activities we did today. First shopping, then manicures, pedicures, spa, facials, then shopping again.

"Ya Allah, I'm so tired" I said taking out my shoes. Then my phone beeped and I checked it to see a message from mom.

Mum: on your way home, stop by the jewelry shop and collect a package, it's for the two of you:)

Me: okay.

I directed the driver to the jewelry shop and I stepped out to collect the package. I met a women by the reception, she looked like she was in her early thirties. I greeted her and she looked up smiling.

"How may I help you" she said still smiling

"I'm here to collect a parcel for Mrs Asad Ahmad" I said and she took a box on top of the table and handed it to me.

"Here it is" she said flashing her white teeth.

"Thank you" I collected and headed back to the car.

"What's in that" Meenah said pointing towards the parcel.

"It's jewelry, mum said its for us"

"Can we open it?" She said as her eyes lit up.

"No, we can't do that Meenah, it's bad Manners.
And mum gave me this responsibility, I can't let her down." I said smirking.

"Yeah yeah whatever!!"

We reached home after some minutes and Meenah ran off inside even before the driver parked the car properly. I pick up the parcel and some of the shopping bags and headed upstairs.

I kept the bags in our room in the third floor and skipped down to the second floor to mom's room. I knocked gently and she answered.

"Yes Haneenah? Come in" she said. She always gets to know whether it's me or Meenah or the maids knocking. Maybe that's just how mothers are.

"Salam alaikum mom" I said. Mom was sitting on her praying mat, with her rosary in her right hand as usual.

"Wa'alaikumus Salam my dear, how are you today, hope you had a nice time shopping"

"I'm fine mom, the shopping was hectic and fun, you know how shopping with Meenah gets" I said placing the parcel on the bed as I laid down beside it....I was so tired. My feets hurts from walking up and down the mall. Meenah was very choosy when it came to shopping. She would spend hours trying on dresses/shoes criticizing each one of them and then she'll end up buying only four or five.

The door opened with a squeaky sound as my eyes followed to see who it was. Meenah peeked through the door with her hands still on the handle.

"Salam alaikum momma" she said sitting on the couch and placing her legs on the table majestically. Mom answered then closed the Quran she was reading and placed it gently on her night stand.

I sat down and started to open the box beside me. Meenah ran towards me as she snatched the box from me.

"I want to open it" she said pouting like a baby.

"No, I'll open it" I said pulling the box.

"I'm the elder one, so I get to open it"she said pulling the box hard.

"Girls, calm down, you can just open the box together" mom said.

We both sat down, heading mom's advice and opened the box together. And...

"Wow" we both said

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Attached is the picture of their mom's room.

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