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The Blessing of Family; Malik & Farrah // OPEN
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“I’m not eating,” Farrah said, folding her arms over her chest and frowning across the table at her brother. To accentuate her point, she pushed the sandwich out of the way. “I’ll be okay.”<br><br>

Malik snorted, and with the tips of his fingers slid the plate back over to her side of the table. “You fainted in class, I’m not leaving until you eat,” he said, grinning, but nonetheless concerned. Farrah had participated in Ramadan before and been fine, so what she had done today that changed that was the slightest bit troubling. Then again, she had always been of ill constitution. Perhaps today was the day that had changed. His sister continued frowning, making no move to eat the sandwich. If she didn’t soon he would have to force-feed her, and boy wouldn’t that be embarrassing.<br><br>

She turned her head slightly, looking outside, then back to him. “The sun is still up, I am not eating until nightfall.”<br><br>

“The Qur’an allows you to eat if you need to eat, Allah does not want his followers dropping like flies during the month of Ramadan,” Malik sighed, propping his head up with his hand. “Come on, Farrah, I came all the way from the Mainland to buy you this freaking sandwich, so you better eat it.” At the very least, he was glad he was forcing his sister to eat because of her faith rather than, say, she thought she was fat. Too many young girls these days felt that way about themselves. For all the problems Farrah had, he was glad to have a sister who liked her food. So long as it was the right month.<br><br>

She glared across the table at him, piercing grey eyes sizing him up. No backing down, she was as stubborn as ever. For a long time she didn’t reply, content to sit in silence. He, however, had other plans. If she looked at him like that any longer he thought his might turn into ashes or something. Malik’s lips lifted into a grin. “Fine, little sister. I hope you like the cafe, because we’re not leaving until you eat.”<br><br>

Her face fell, gaze faltering, only to harden seconds later. “I can sit here all day if I must. I am not breaking my fast until nightfall,” she said, turning her head to the side. She paused, eyes moving to her schoolbag. Farrah dug her hand into it, pulling out Stardust seconds later. Malik shook his head, reaching across the table and plucking it from her hands. “Hey!” she retorted, arms flailing across the table to grasp at the book. Malik, taller and lankier, merely smirked and held it back, far from her small reach. <br><br>

“I don’t think so—you can sit here in silence. Or you can talk to me,” he said, laughing.<br><br>

By Allah, did she look sullen. Resigning herself to silence, she crossed one leg over the other and stared out the window. “Fine.”<br><br>

Malik shook his head, smiling. “Fine,” he chuckled softly. Nothing to do now but wait.

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Man it had been awhile since she came here...Since spring, actually. <br><br>

She was always meeting someone new when she came here. Junior, Quinton, Bucky....It wasn't so bad, though. she got a lot of new friends out of it and that made her happy. Quinton...that boy had become one of her closest friends on the island....or THE closest friend she had. She didn't have too many close friends. Aiden was a good friend as was Junior but....not someone she'd really entrust with any of her secrets. <Br><Br>

Setting her bag down, she looked at the table next to her's. She grinned, niticing it was someone she knew. "Hey, Malik." she greeted the dark skinned boy. He was a nice guy. And their date went really well, though she preferred to think it was a friendship date instead.<br><br>

Sitting down, she picked up a menu, and began looking over it, trying to decide what she'd get...She wasn't too picky, though the menu had a lot of things she didn't like. <br><Br>

Something simple would satisfy her....but her being Madison she had to decide what she was in the mood for.
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What made girls so stubborn, anyway? It couldn’t be something in the water, he was pretty sure he drank the same water as his sisters. Something just made them harder to deal with than guys, like they were programmed to be evil. Yeah. That made sense, right? Because when he thought about it, whenever he got into a fight with Sev or anyone of the guys he knew, they kind of fought about it and let the conflict roll off their backs. Girls? It could go on for months, fondly remembering that time one of Karim’s closer friends had a fight. Not a petty one, either, the equivalent of World War III in girl world (or so Farrah said when he asked her about it)—the friend started going out with one of Karim’s old boyfriends, which admittedly sounded like a douche thing to do. Still, Malik didn’t think it warranted the months of raw, hurt feelings.<br><br>

Not that he voiced this to Karim, she would have killed him.<br><br>

Still smirking, Malik nudged the sandwich and chai closer to his little sister. “Come onnnn, you know you want to,” he teased, grinning goofily. She gave him the evil eye. He reached across, taking the sandwich between his brown hands. Clearing his throat, he took on a falsetto tone, flapping the edges of the sandwich in time with his words.. “Please eat me, Farrah! Onomnom—”<br><br>

She went from angry to vaguely horrified in a second. “Please tell me you did not just do that, we’re in a public place—”<br><br>

So?” Malik said, shrugging and continuing his puppet act, “I’m the yummiest sandwich you’ll ever eat! Allah will forgive you, trust me!” When Farrah only responded with the same shocked, embarrassed look, he stopped and folded his hands together. “Well it works for Jalila.”<br><br>

Jalila’s, like, nine!” she said. “I’m almost a full-grown woman.”<br><br>

He scratched his chin, frowning slightly, then smirked again. “Yeah, well you’ll always be my little sister.” Ah, there was that glare again. He was beginning to miss it. Before Malik could return to making his sister’s life miserable, he heard a familiar voice greet him. Turning his head, he saw the familiar sight of Madison. His blind date. Not that it had really gone anywhere, he thought, snorting mentally. Didn’t matter, he hadn’t been expecting much. Besides, she was a nice enough girl to talk to, and really that was all you could ask for. “Hey, Madison.”<br><br>

Who the hell is that?” Farrah asked in quiet Arabic.<br><br>

My blind date from last season,” he answered, also in Arabic, before looking to Madison. “Why don’t you just join us? If you don’t mind being the only one eating, anyway...” he offered, shrugging.

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Madison lifted a brow as Malik became a crappy vantrilequist for a moment with a sandwich. What the hell.....? Madison tried hard not to stare and just kept her eyes on the menu. God that was odd....<br><br>

"o-Oh, uh, if you don't mind, then sure." the brunette said with a small smile and sat down next to Malik. He seemed like a pretty nice boy. His sister seemed cool, too. She'd just stick around for awhile and talk. It couldn't hurt to have a little chat with him. <br><br>

"How have you been?" she asked, grinning and picking up a menu. <br><br>

Hm....she didn't really want a sandwich. Sandwiches just....weren't her thing. They were just so plain. Plus the fact that bread got all gummy when she chewed and it did not make her happy.
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The whole cafe probably thought the Indian boy was completely off his rocker, but whatever. That was just how it went, sometimes. People thought you were crazy because you talked through a sandwich that one time and suddenly you were a lunatic. Whatever. It wasn’t like they actually knew him, anyway, Malik tried to let the opinions of strangers roll off his back. Never linger on them when there were people like Farrah who knew for a fact he was insane. Grinning to himself, probably more proud than he ought to be of that little display, he looked to Farrah. His sister, obviously trying to forget that little escapade, turned her body to face the newcomer.<br><br>

He was glad Madison seemed completely unaffected by their sudden burst of Arabic, especially because it was fairly obvious it was she they were talking about. They weren’t doing a very good job of hiding it. And why would he? he thought, glancing at her from the corner of his eye. Not like they were speaking ill of her, but Farrah always seemed to speak in Arabic when she felt stupid or unaware of the current events. Malik hadn’t seen much of Madison lately, maybe it was because he had been off the island, maybe he was an ignorant dumbass. Both valid answers.<br><br>

“Uh—oh, Madison,” he began, clearing his throat, “this is my little sister, Farrah.” <br><br>

She bowed her head in a small greeting, finding the table in the way of any handshaking. “Nice to meet you,” she said quietly. Farrah was probably considered the quiet sister, but not mild-mannered by any stretch of the imagination. Malik snorted a little at the thought. There was too much of dad in her, if that was possible.<br><br>

“I’ve been... good.” he said, hesitating only to see if the sandwich had been touched. No dice. “Just started my first semester at that new university.” It wasn’t easy. The classes were more demanding than high school, the workload greater, but at the same time everything was more interesting. The professors had a spark to them, like they really enjoyed what they were teaching. Well, some of them. Others were dead boring. “What’ve you been up to?” he asked in turn, grinning at the girl.<br><br>

Farrah watched the two carefully, eyes flickering to meet her brother’s. A slight frown curved her lips as she observed the sandwich before her. Her stomach gave a rumble, and she gripped it. Quiet down, before Malik hears you! she thought to it, but to no avail. And by Allah, that sandwich was starting to look really freaking good right about now.

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Madison had to wonder JUST what on earth Malik was hoping to accomplish by that little sandwich display. If he was trying to be a vantrilequist he was doing a horrible job. And why on earth would he be using a sandwich as a dummy? She looked towards his sister. She was probably around 15, possibly 16 or 17. Why on earth would he think talking through a sandwich would get her to eat it? If anything it'd probably just embarrass the poor girl. <br><Br>

And then the Arabic? What were they saying? God, it was like being in a nail salon with all the vietnamese nail ladies. When they talkeds vietnamese you had to wonder if they were talking about you. It made you feel so subconcious! Were they calling you fat? Ugly? Stupid? Were they making fun of your taste in nail polish? Goooood, it'd be on your mind until you left. <Br><Br>

"Oh, Nice to meet you, Farrah." she said, with a friendly smile to the girl. She had to wonder if she was the middle or the youngest of the three siblings. Malik had another sister named Karim, if she wasn't mistaken. Or perhaps the two were twins? That'd be interesting. <br><br>

"Oh, I've been pretty good. Work's been busy as hell." she sasid with a chuckle. And that it was. Two of the other waitresses had quit, AND the bartender to top it off. Even if she could quit her two jobs, she couldn't do that to poor Will. As busy as it got on Saturdays and Fridays? The poor man would probably die.

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Malik drummed his fingers on the table, waiting for Farrah to pick up the frickin’ sandwich and eat it already. At this rate he would have to shovel it down her mouth, and that was just not something he wanted to do. It wasn’t something you wanted to do to any human being, to be honest. He took a deep breath through his nose, giving her a stern look. Allah made exceptions for children on Ramadan, why couldn’t Farrah? When you had higher standards than God Himself, you knew your standards were too high. Dividing his attention between two girls was also proving more difficult than Malik had anticipated when he had invited Madison to sit with them, but her sitting alone kind of depressed him. He smiled brightly at her, one elbow resting upon the table.<br><br>

He brushed his hand over his neck, eventually settling his chin flat upon his palm. “Yeah?” he said, “You work at the bar, right? Why’s it so busy all of the sudden?” He wouldn’t know, Malik confessed that he had never been to the Moonstone Bar, despite the fact that he heard good things about it. There just wasn’t much use when he didn’t drink.<br><br>

One day, he would have to go. Buy Sev or somebody a drink, just so he could do something that said ‘I am eighteen’ because otherwise? He hadn’t done anything eighteen-worthy. Maybe go to the Vagary sometime?

Farrah merely nodded to Madison in response, happy her brother’s attention was no longer undivided. She looked at the sandwich, frowning at it. They had really good sandwiches here, the bread the perfect consistency, not too much lettuce or tomato, and enough meat to satisfy the carnivore in her. Her stomach gave a low, rumbling roar that caused Malik to look over, smirking. “Hungry, Farrah?” he asked, brow raised. “There’s a nice sandwich waiting right there for you to eat it.”<br><br>

Not after your hands have been all over it,” she replied, frowning still. He laughed, but made no verbal reply. If she kept this up he might have to try the talking-sandwich act again. The only way to make him stop was to eat the thing, after all.


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Madison turned to Malik with a sigh. "God, the other two waitresses quit, and Friday is usually the nights people are off work the next morning so they come in and drink like there's no tomorrow. So having to take ALL the orders, and work from 8 to 2 in the morning? Yeah, pretty exhausting." she chuckled. <br><Br>

Where the hell did all the waitresses go off to anyway? It's like they just packed up and poofed. No word to anyone. It kind of bugged her. Will should really post flyers around town that they needed a new waitress. She didn't care if it was a little blonde diva who had a nasal voice or a big annoyingly loud burly man. Just...someone to help her out. <br><Br>

Though the former usually did nothing but sit around filing their nails. <br><br>

Madison quirked a brow and silently watched the two siblings communicate. Man....siblings. She really wished she had one sometimes. Not that Zach and Lisa weren't like family as it was. They were great. She and Lisa were inseperable. Nothing could change their friendship. Nothing. <br><br>

She wondered if that's what having a sibling was like. Man, being an only child really sucked.
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Malik was not a quitter, and Allah as his witness he would get this girl to eat her sandwich. There was no stopping him. He eyed Farrah, frowning. If this had been Karim, that sandwich would have been gone before he could so much as blink. That girl could really pack away her food. Where she put it all, Malik couldn’t begin to comprehend. Karim never put on weight but she ate like a girl twice her size, same with Jalila. It was only Farrah who was a picky eater, and it was only Farrah who took her faith seriously enough not to eat now. When she was a girl, she was under the impression that she would be the next and last prophet of Islam. Obviously that never happened, but she was the most religious of the family.<br><br>

”Dad never ate during Ramadan, and neither will I,” she had said to him once, only allowing herself the smallest nibbles of food once the sun had set. With the amount she usually ate, you would think she was fasting all year. But she would eat the sandwich eventually. Malik would make sure of that.<br><br>

He turned his face to Madison, lips quirking into a lopsided smile. “Sounds rough,” he said, leaning back in his chair so two legs came clear off the ground. Yeah, he was one of those kids. The one who the teachers seemed to think was in constant danger of falling back and cracking his head open. To this date he hadn’t, maybe he was just lucky, or maybe they were just paranoid. It was hard to judge. “Ever think of taking a vacation?” he asked, balancing as he was for a moment before lowering the chair down to the ground.<br><br>

Malik shrugged, glancing at Farrah from the corner of his eye. Sandwich was still there. She seemed to have noticed his distraction, and had tugged out a book. “Ah!” He pressed his hand against the book so it lay flat on the table. “No reading until you eat.”<br><br>

Figuring he owed Madison an explanation, even if she hadn’t so much as hinted she wanted one, he cleared his throat and looked at her. “It’s Ramadan, so we’re technically not supposed to eat but Farrah here fainted in class earlier.” He leant upon the table, smirking. “All she has to do is eat the sandwich, but you know, holy month and all... even if Allah would forgive her.” He said this all much louder than necessary, so Farrah could hear every word despite her best efforts to ignore the conversation.<br><br>

I’m not eating it,” she retorted, folding her arms over her chest.



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Madison chuckled as Malik suggested a vacation. "I couldn't do that to Will. He's got such little help as it is. If I quit on the poor guy he'll have almost no one." she said with a lopsided smile as well. <br><br>

God, wasn't that the truth. All the customers they got and she was working her ass off as it is. Poor Will had to make the food because Madison couldn't cook worth a damn. All she could really do was make fries and put together a simple hamburger. everything else was Will's turf. She sucked ass at making anything, really. She could follow directions but other than that she couldn't cook a thing by herself. <br><br>

She looked up and kind of just listened to the conversation....huh.<br><br>

Luckily, Malik explained the reason for said conversation and Madison was rather relieved. She was afraid his sister was anorexic, or something. <br><br>

"Oh. Well, I mean, it's one thing to stick to your religious traditions but if it's putting your health at risk..." she said, rubbing her neck.
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Sucks,” Malik said, frowning. He felt a small twinge in his stomach. Hunger pains, they’d go away soon enough. It always got like this in the middle of the day, right when his stomach ought to be filled with delicious samosa. The trick was—well, there wasn’t a trick, not for him anyway. He just had to push through it through sheer force of will, which actually was pretty easy when it came right down do it. It was a choice between eating and his faith, I mean come on. What competition was there? Besides, he only had to wait until sundown before he could eat again. Even it only meant nibbling on bread until morning. Muslim or no, Malik figured everyone could learn something by not eating for a day. It was a lesson in control that some people just didn’t get today.<br><br>

Fighting back the urge to snatch up Farrah’s sandwich to eat for himself, he continued addressing Madison. “But you have to take a break sometime, right? I mean, even God rested on the seventh day.” Malik said, nodding sagely. “Besides, it probably wouldn’t be too good for this Will guy if his last and only waitress died of overworking or something.” He shrugged, leaning back upon two legs again.<br><br>

Farrah glared at Madison, not that she was surprised. She probably didn’t understand, not many people did. Her lips curled into a slight frown as she regarded the girl. This was the one Malik went on a date with? No wonder he never went on another one with her. She twinged, feeling suddenly guilty as she shifted her gaze back to the sandwich. “It is the holiest month in Islam. To ignore it would be a sin,” she said quietly.<br><br>

Allah’ll forgive you, Farrah,” Malik said with a laugh. “Madison’s right, anyway.” He cast a thankful look to her, the older girls agreement might not be the greatest help, but it was something.<br><br>

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Madison nodded, leaning back a bit. "You have no idea." she said with a small chuckle. <br><br>

Yeah, work kinda sucked at the moment. Nothing but walking all over the place nonstop, smiling at all the customers, even the ones who have no idea how to treat a lady properly, and trying not to spill the drinks which was proven to at times be very difficult to do in high heels. But a job was a job. She didn't really mind it. It made her a bit of money. Enough to hold her out on her own, anyway. <br><br>

Madison couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at what Malik said. "Malik, I don't think I'd die. And, yeah, I have Sundays and Monday off. Which is fine. I just wish I didn't have to work straight through my nights just to get up a 6 a.m. to help out on the farm." she explained, leaning forward in her chair. <br><br>

Madison bit down on her lip as Malik's younger sister explained the culture. She seemed very fond of her religion. That's something she rarely saw. Half of the girls she knew that were Catholic went completely against the ten commandments. She didn't listen to all of them herself, either though....The temptations were just to great to resist, apparently. She had to admire the girl for staying strong. <br><br>

She sent a small smile back to Malik as she looked around the restaurant. It was pretty warm, and cozy when it got chilly like this. She forgot how nice it was, actually. How silly of her.
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Autumn 10, Year 08<br>
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Farrah was getting bored listening to their conversation. Work, work, work. College, college, college. She wasn’t sure what age it was that people got so boring, but she knew she never wanted to hit it as long as she lived. Her gaze drifted upwards, mind going blank as she began to daydream about knights and dragons, dystopian futures, cowboys, aliens—Allah, was her brother still talking?! She could hear his voice over her own thoughts, like some shrill banshee with an Indian accent that didn’t know when to shut up already.<br><br>

I didn’t mean literally die, although now that you mention it, when you don’t sleep regularly your immune system weakens and before you know it you’re sick,” Malik explained, very well aware of his sister’s thoughts. Not that he could read her mind or anything, not really, just he knew his sister. How could he call himself an older brother if he didn’t know exactly how to get under her skin? “And then from there, who knows? You could die. Why d’you need two jobs anyway?Dammit, I need to keep talking, he thought, glancing at his sister to see her off in dreamland. Just ramble a little more. “If I were you I would quit the job at the farm, they don’t pay well and I doubt the cows give you tips, right?” And he burst into laughter as he said this to seal the deal.<br><br>

Shut up, already!” Farrah hissed, gripping the edge of her chair. She knew what he wanted, she knew what it would take him to shut up. Cursing her brother in her head, she picked up the sandwich and took a large, dramatic bite out of it. Farrah chewed, and chewed (it was a tough sandwich) before swallowing. “Are you happy now, Brother? I hate your stupid freaking sandwich!” Her voice still managed to be low and soft-spoken but there was a harsh edge to it.<br><br>

Her stomach growled, and before she knew it she was nibbling on the sandwich again. Malik snorted. “Ridiculously happy, actually. Thanks for asking.” Malik looked to Madison, giving her a thumbs up. “I got what I came for, didn’t I? Anyway, thanks for the chat, Madison. See you around?” he continued, standing up. Farrah joined him, begrudgingly taking her sandwich in hand.<br><br>

He honestly had thought he had lost there for a second, but as usual his mouth kept running until he got out of trouble once again. Really, it was no wonder he was going to be a businessman. If he could talk Farrah into eating a sandwich, he could sell anything. Even dirt.<br><br>

Feeling far too pleased with himself, Malik strutted from the cafe with his sister at his side.


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