Coffee and a date

I sat in the coffee lounge of my local coffee store with a mint tea in one hand and a choc muffin on a plate infront of me. I was quietly reading the newspaper, seeing what was going on in the world and around me, I people watched (a highly fasinating hobby of mine) and I noticed the cars moving in the street outside. A few headlines hit me, giving me more to read as I waited for what was coming next, what was coming next? I had no idea. Id been given a card a few days before, a time and place was scrawled on the back of the card, what did he want? I just had to find out and couldnt leave it like that. So now I found myself in the coffee store drinking my tea and rubbing my back, pressure building up everytime I moved. By my side was a box from the one of the local stores down the road, I picked it up just before ordering my tea, a gift they had said. A very big gift they didnt say! I sighed at the thought of dragging the gift onto the bus, people stared enough as it is without wandering (just like me) what was in the box.
I looked at my watch; he was late. Should I wait? was it worth it to wait? or was I just delaying the inevitable? I wasnt hard to see, I sat at the front of the shop, by the open windows so i wasnt hiding away in the corner. In my defence! I decided to wait 10mins more after finishing my snacks, so i carried on reading my paper and picking with my lone fingers at my chocolate muffin allowing my body the sugar that it craved.
After awhile I felt watched, which wasnt unusual for me but more watched than usual. I looked up, was that him? no! couldnt be, back to the news. A chair was pulled out and he sat in front of me, I smiled politely. 'Mrs Hussain?' I nodded, 'why are you carrying such a big parcel?' "Mr Hussain,' I said slyly at him 'because your parents seem to think that carrying this big parcel around all day isnt enough work for me!' I said frustratingly pointing at the big belly surrounding our 8 month old twins in my womb. He smiled, 'alhamdulillah, I bought the car' I thanked God I didnt have to take the bus and set about passing him some of my muffin

the beach

She sat on top of the rock to the side of the beach, it was just before sunset and she had left her little beach hut just a few mintues before. Armed with her trusty camera and a bottle of water. She was dressed in a white lined maxi dress, covered her arms with a cream linen bolero jacket and had wrapped a cotton shayla around her hair. She was waiting for something, but didnt exactly know what.As she sat on the rock taking a few pictures now and again of the people jogging up and down the beach in front on the black sky, in the foreground infront of the first shimmer of the days sunlight and the people walking their dogs around in the dark. It amazed her why people didnt take this opportunity more, she was only here for 5 days, this was her second and she only saw people on the beach; not actually taking in the beach. Of all the wonders of this life, silence, water and the sky is what people expect to be there every now and again when they want it. She wondered if people would appreciate it more if you could pick it up and put it somewhere else, in the middle of a busy city that sees no silence, in the middle of Saudi Arabia where they see no water, in an underwater cave where you see no sky. Subhanallah.. the marvels of our creator. She lay back against the rock and closed her eyes for a brief minute, when she opened them more sun had appeared just above the waterline and it was now that she decided to pray her fajr salah. 1 rakah, 2 rakah..... 1 rakah, 2 rakah..... silence, counting, duaa, for the love of God and for the ache in her heart.She stood up and took some more pictures of the waterline, of the boats gliding across the water to some unknown destination in the distance. She breathed in the sea air and felt the moist sand inbetween her toes as she played with the bottom of her dress, already she could feel it was going to be a hot day. She wasnt a lover of hot days, especially when there was water at the bottom of her 'garden' that she couldnt enjoy for all the people ready to gawp at her when she came out of the water. Maybe in the future insha'allah she thought as she picked up her dress slightly and made her way back to her beach house, back to her bed and back to reality