"Beta,Wake up", Hamza's eyes slightly opened but quickly closed again once the morning sunlight began burning his eyes.
"Hamza, wake up we're here now", Said Hamza's mother. Hamza slowly got up and started stretching out his arm and legs.
It took them Four exhaustsying hours to get to Lahore from Wahh cantt. Hamza's Baba (Father), Shiraz wanted to live closer to their family members.
"Oye stop it", Hamza says to his sister, grabbing her black long hair , Fatima who kept annoying Hamza by pulling his hair. The mother, Saira sighed in annoyance. "Stop it both of you", she yelled in a stern tone.
As Shiraz parked in the driveway of their new home, Hamza felt a wave of sadness, excitement and even hope. Hope that he could actually make some friends, Hamza used to be the popular guy at his old school, every girl had a crush on him and he was amazing at everything, sports, studies, making people laugh you name it but, one day everything changed.
"Hamza!", his baba yelled. "comeon beta get out". Hamza realised that he had been sittinv in the car while his mama (Mother) and Bhana (Sister), Fatima had started unpacking. Hamza got out of their beaten up red honda and stared at the hosue.
It was beautiful, the whole house looked as if it cake out of a movie. The house was modern amd the gate, terrace railings even the chut was white though there were gray walls. Hamza stepped inside, the whole place inside looked even better than the outside.
'Wow this place looks amazing!', Hamza though to himself. He started helping his mama (mother) with unpacking their suitcases and bags.
"Oh Asulamwalakum!, You must be our new neighbours!", said an uncle. He looked old, probably in his mid 40 -50s.
"Walakuasulam!, yes we just moved in!",Shiraz shakes his hand and smiled.
The mother, Fatima and Hamza came out of the house and greeted the man and his family. Then, Hamza saw him.
A guy who was tall and muscular, he had chocolate drown skin and brown eyes. His hair was black and he was wearing a red T-Shirt with jeans.
He was the opposite of Hamza who was considered "Short" and a little "chubby" by his family members. The only thing they had in common was their hair and eye color.
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