Two hours later I am done with a quarter of my work. I have only read a few of the feedback comments and have a thousand more to read. I will continue tomorrow because right now I must hurry to the salon. Fatima already called me to ask where I was. She and Emma are already there. I shut down my computer before taking the elevator to the parking lot and be on my way.
I arrive at the salon a bit late. I almost lost my own appointment with the hairstylist. I had my hair washed and braided. I didn’t paint my nails this time. I am praying, and I don’t want to. I only had a manicure and pedicure. I still remember the first time I went to the salon with Emma. She asked me why I bother to do my hair in elaborate styles since I always cover it. I explained to her that the reason I do my hair is for me to feel beautiful, not for anyone else to see. I don’t need anyone to see my hair to know it’s beautiful. When we are done at the salon I drive bac
“Move it,” he says using the gun to direct me which way to go.I comply and walk towards where he says, without struggle as I don’t want to get him angry. We step into a room, and my fears and questions are answered.“Umit what are you doing here?” Ismail asks sounding very worried and surprised to see me. I can’t believe I was right; they have Ismail. They tied him to a chair.“Ismail are you alright? I have been looking for you,” I say trying not to sound scared, but glad at least I found him.“You can’t be here right now. You have to leave,” Ismail says trying to remove the ropes around his hands to get to me.“HEY! Enough talk. You! Fine lady, follow me. Ismail shut your mouth before I shut it for you,” the scary man says.Ismail and I don’t say anything, but I can tell he wants nothing more than to get me far away from here as soon as possible. The scary
“Now tie her to the chair, and make sure it’s tight because if it’s not, you won’t like what I will do to you,” he tells Ismail. I sit on the chair Ismail sat on before as he uses the ropes to tie me up.When he is tying Ismail up a plan pops to my head, but I will need Ismail’s help to make sure it goes well. A wonderful idea also comes to me that will work perfectly with my plan.“Ismail ti fidi di me? (Ismail do you trust me?)” I ask in Italian praying I said the right words.“Lo faccio, ma perché stai chiedendo e perché parli italiano? (I do, but why are you asking and why are you speaking Italian?)” Ismail replies in Italian. I am about to reply, but the thug responds instead.“Vedo che voi due potete parlare la mia lingua (I see you two can speak my language)” the man interrupts. I can’t use Italian to say the things I want to say to Ismail. If I say it in a
We drive for what seems like an hour before coming to a stop. I get out of the car, expecting to see a house or something, or anything else but what I am seeing right now. We’re standing in front of a helicopter!“Ismail, where are we going?” I ask not understanding what is going on.“We have to leave the city for a while,” Ismail says as he walks over to the helicopter, and start pressing and checking all kinds of stuff.“Why do we have to leave the city? Is that really necessary? Can’t we stay at a hotel or something?” I whine feeling like leaving the city is a bit too much.“Yes, we do. It’s risky staying here, so we have to leave.”“Are you sure leaving is the best idea?”“Do you trust me, Umit?”“Yes, I do.”“Then we have to leave and now.”“Alright”We step into the helicopter, trusti
I don’t know if what I heard was right or not, because I have dreamt of the day I would tell Ismail about my feelings and he would share the feelings back. But now hearing him say it, feels like I am still having that dream. I can’t believe all these weeks when I thought my feelings were one-sided, they were not. I am so happy right now; words can’t even describe it.“Yes, Umit, I am in love with you.”“Oh, Ismail I clearly understand how you feel, but you are not the only one with feelings here. I too have feelings, that’s why I can’t bear to watch your life being in danger and not do anything to help. That’s why I want to stay by your side and help because of the feelings I have for you.”“Umit, what are you trying to say.”“What I am trying to say is, Ismail Uthman. I, Umit Isa, am in love with you too,” I tell him, smiling the brightest smile I have ever smiled in my l
We both finish eating breakfast and walk to David’s study. We walk in and take our seats. Once we are all seated, David is the first one to speak up.“Thank you both for coming...” David says, but Ismail cuts him short.“Why are you being so formal? It’s not like this is a business deal or something,” Ismail chuckles.“Shut up and let me talk, Ismail,” David replies.“Sorry, go on,” Ismail says making a hand gesture, smiling sheepishly.“As I was saying before ‘Mister I know it all’ spoke. I want...”“I am not ‘A know it all’. I just asked why you spoke so formal,” Ismail interrupts again.“Ismail, let the man talk,” I say holding back my laughter, because seeing the two of them bicker is fun to watch.“Thank you, Umit, and Ismail don’t open your mouth until you a
“How are you doing my dear? I hope you are doing okay? Have you eaten? Have you found somewhere to pray? Do they have a mosque so you can pray? I hope where you are staying now you are not finding it too hard. My baby girl, I hope everything is fine?” There is only one person in the world who will fire all these questions at once.The woman who made me into the wonderful woman I am today, my number one person in the world, my mother. She was the first person I called because apparently when no-one knew where I was, Waheeda decided to call my mother, crying that I had been kidnapped and How she didn’t know what to do, and she didn’t know if I told my mother anything before I went missing. I laughed when I heard it because how will my mother in Nigeria know my whereabouts, when I am staying in America. I am sure Waheeda was just confused and did not know what to do and that’s why she called my mom. I don’t blame her; I probably would have don
We ate dinner not too long ago. I prayed Isha (Night) prayer and went outside to the backyard. I am sitting down, looking at the stars. While I am admiring the stars, someone comes and takes a seat beside me.“What is this beautiful lady doing here all by herself?” Ismail asks.“I am just looking at the stars wondering how it would feel again to live with less worries in the world,” I say clearly affected by the compliment, but I have a lot on my mind right now.“Don’t worry, In Shaa Allah, everything will be over soon” Ismail says smiling reassuringly.“Ameen,” I say smiling a little, understanding that he is trying to cheer me up.“Speaking of over… I am sure that by the time you are able to go back to work, you will have finished your internship at my company,” Ismail says, sounding a bit sad.“Most likely,” I say also feeling a bit sad. Because now I kno
It’s been a few days since David said he found something. I won’t say he found something useless, but neither will I say useful. He just discovered something odd that day. David was monitoring the locations of the places Mr. Alberto was going to through the GPS tracker. When he said he found something, he realized that Mr. Alberto was going towards the outskirts of town. We followed him and thought he was going to a club on the outskirts of town. It’s normal for Mr. Alberto to go to a club, but what makes it odd is the fact that this is more of a small bar, and not even a busy one at that. There is no security at the door to ask you for their ID’s and there is no line of people waiting to enter. It’s really a small bar, and what makes it odd is that he goes there every day. Mr. Alberto is a well-known person in society and could get into any club here in San Francisco he wants to. So, the question we are asking ourselves is why does he go to such a smal