  &quot;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?&quot; 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 

  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.
  &quot;What is this beautiful lady doing here all by herself?&quot; Ismail asks. 
  &quot;I am just looking at the stars wondering how it would feel again to live with less worries in the world,&quot; I say clearly affected by the compliment, but I have a lot on my mind right now.
  &quot;Don t worry, In Shaa Allah, everything will be over soon&quot; Ismail says smiling reassuringly.
  &quot;Ameen,&quot; I say smiling a little, understanding that he is trying to cheer me up.
  &quot;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,&quot; Ismail says, sounding a bit sad. 
  &quot;Most likely,&quot; I

  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.
  &quot;Thank you both for coming...&quot; David says, but Ismail cuts him short.
  &quot;Why are you being so formal? It s not like this is a business deal or something,&quot; Ismail chuckles.
  &quot;Shut up and let me talk, Ismail,&quot; David replies. 
  &quot;Sorry, go on,&quot; Ismail says making a hand gesture, smiling sheepishly.
  &quot;As I was saying before 'Mister I know it all  spoke. I want...&quot;
  &quot;I am not 'A know it all . I just asked why you spoke so formal,&quot; Ismail interrupts again.
  &quot;Ismail, let the man talk,&quot; I say holding back my laughter, because seeing the two of them bicker is fun to watch.
  &quot;Thank you, Umit, and Ismail don t open your mouth until you are told to do so,&quot; David sa

&quot;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?&quot; 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 done the same.
  &quot;I am fine, 

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