Dalaj knocks on the door and walks inside Yasira's room.

Yasira is lying on the bed, cover with a blanket. Dalaj opens the wardrobe.  "What are you looking for?" Yasira ask.

"I want to take some clothes, I want to give it away for charity…," Dalaj says, he is checking out his clothes, when he lifted a cloth, he sees a Shisha pen. 

He picks it up and turns back. "What's this doing in my wardrobe?"  

Yasira stands up, and walk to him. "It… it was mine, but I throw it away," 

"Is yours?" 

"I promise I throw it away, my sister was… it was her… trust me, if I am using it why will I even put it where I know you can find it," 

Dalaj walks out of the room, with the Shisha pen.

Yasira sits on the bed, tears flowing down her eyes. "Why are you doing this to me Sibaal?" 

Dalaj went to the living room, Aabirah walks to him. 

Aabirah ask. "Is this Shisha pen?"

Dalaj pecks her forehead. "I will be leaving… please take care of Yasira," 

Aabirah nods. "I will,"

Dalaj walks out of the house.

Aabirah walks to Yasira's room and sees Yasira sitting on the bed, tears flowing down her eyes.

Aabirah knocks and walks in. "Are you alright?" 

"Sibaal put the Shisha pen in my wardrobe… The day Dalaj went to bring you back, she came to see me and ask me about money for her brothel… and the next day my father ask me for money because of his gambling, I am used to it, my family asking me money for…," Yasira shake her head in disgust. "For this kind of things," 

"Innallaha maAAa alssabireena….  I know you don't like what's happening now, but one day you will look back and understand exactly why it all happened and you will smile but now just trust Allah's plan, We are busy planning our future, that we forget that it's already been planned by Allah SWT. And He is the best of planners." 

وَإِذْ يَمْكُرُ بِكَ الَّذِينَ كَفَرُوا لِيُثْبِتُوكَ أَوْ يَقْتُلُوكَ أَوْ يُخْرِجُوكَ ۚ وَيَمْكُرُونَ وَيَمْكُرُ اللَّهُ ۖ وَاللَّهُ خَيْرُ الْمَاكِرِينَ

Waith yamkuru bika allatheena kafaroo liyuthbitooka aw yaqtulooka aw yukhrijooka wayamkuroona wayamkuru Allahu waAllahu khayru almakireena

Remember how the Unbelievers plotted against thee, to keep thee in bonds, or slay thee, or get thee out (of thy home). They plot and plan, and Allah too plans; but the best of planners is Allah.

***

Dalaj walks inside a spacious living room, decorated beautifully, An elderly woman sitting sofa, watching TV. "Assalamu Alaykum," Dalaj greets.

"Wa'alaykum Salaam," Huda replies. "I was asking about you yesterday," 

"Jalil?" Dalaj asks, sitting down. 

"Yes, he told me that Aabirah is back, I am happy that you brought her back home, a woman should always be with her husband, how are they both?"

"Alhamdulilah," Dalaj replies.

"Dalaj is something wrong… I always know when something is wrong with you, I raised you….," Huda laugh. "I remember when I got married to your father may his soul rest in peace after your mother's dead, may her soul rest in peace, you didn't want me close to you, your room and your mother's room, you thought she only travelled and she will come back,"

Dalaj smile. "At the end you
won my trust,"

"Alhamdulilah….I did, it was after Jalil was born that you got used to me," Huda smile. "Your father never forgot your mother, may Allah reunite them in Jannah,"

"Amin," Dalaj says, smiling.

"Ayaat is back," 

"When did she come back?" Dalaj ask.

"It has been almost a week, she was just here when you arrived, she ran to her room, you know she doesn't like it when you scold her,"

"Scold her, I am going to her room…," Dalaj stands up.

Huda stands up following behind him, They walk upstairs.

Dalaj walks towards the right and stops at the second room, he tries to open the door, but it is locked from the inside.

"When Jalil scolded her yesterday, she just laughed at him," 

"I didn't do that… I cried," Ayaat says with a sad voice.

Dalaj says. "Ayaat… open the door, do you want me to be angry with you," 

"That's what will happen, if I open the door, you will be angry with me and scold me," 

"If you don't open the door, I am going to make my decision and no one will change my mind," 

The door opened. "Please don't scold me," 

Dalaj walks in, with Huda. "For the third time," Dalaj says.

A lady is sitting on the bed with a Red floral balloon shirt and jeans with hijab. "It was hard," 

"I will go and prepare lunch," Huda says, walking out. 

"What did I tell you?" Dalaj asks, sitting next to her. 

"That you will get me married if I do not pass this time… please brother don't get me married, I want to pass my exams first," 

"You are twenty-three, you should be married…," Dalaj says. 

"I will get married next year, I want to get married to someone like you,"

"Who will pay your fees? Did you forget you can't have your inheritance until you are twenty…," 

"Five…," Ayaat sighed. "I know… I have you, right?" 

Dalaj cough. "Who do you have?" 

"You? Jalil came yesterday and he was like I won't pay for the fees and I will also convince Dalaj not to pay," 

"And you were laughing at him?" 

Ayaat laugh. "You know when he scolds it is funny, his voice, you know… I am not going to pay your fees," Ayaat mimics Jalil's voice.

Dalaj laugh. "I will talk to him and I will also pay for the fees for the last time, if you fail I will get you married the next day you tell me the bad news, In Sha Allah, you will pass," 

Ayaat giggles. "Ahnn… you are the best…," Ayaat hugs him.

A knock comes from the door. 

Ayaat says disengaging the hug. "Come in," 

Hanifa walks in staring at Dalaj. "Lunch is ready," 

Hanifa is about to walk out. 

Ayaat says. "Lower your gaze when you see him, he is my brother," 

"I am sorry," Hanifa says, lowering her gaze.

"When you see them both, lower your gaze… they are both married, you can leave," 

Hanifa walks out. 

"She did the same thing with Jalil… I have to get her married, I will get her married to Aalim," 

Dalaj laugh.

***

Dalaj's walks inside his home, Aabirah walks to him, pecking his lips. 

"Miss me," 

Aabirah nods. "Have you eaten, because we are about to eat now," 

"Then, let's eat together," Dalaj says. 

"Yasira…," 

Dalaj replies. "Don't worry," 

Dalaj walks to Yasira's room. 

Yasira is lying on the bed, her knees bend, her head on the headboard, she is facing the wall. 

Dalaj sits on the bed, keeping his hand on her thigh. "What happened to you? Who's the person that makes you feel this way?" 

Yasira chuckle. "My sister," 

"Don't worry, your sister will never come between us," 

Yasira smiles and nods.

Dalaj smile.

Yasira sits up, hugging him tightly. "Don't ever let me go," 

"I won't," Dalaj says, rubbing her back. 

Yeah, I just updated yesterday, and here is another update. I want to finish this story to starts the next one.

Ayaat is the last born of the Aman's, Jalil and Dalaj sister.