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Ashad parked his car neatly behind his Mamo's house. They all piled out of the vehicle, smoothing down their crisp Eid clothes. Walking up to the entrance, Ashad pressed the intercom button. A few seconds later, a crackle came through the speaker, followed by a polite female voice: "Who is there?"
Ashad leaned closer to the intercom. "It's me, Ashad Siddique."
The heavy gate buzzed open, and the family stepped inside. Immediately to their right was a flight of stairs leading to the first floor. As they reached the top, the main door swung open, and his Mamo stepped out to greet them.
"How are you all?" he asked warmly, pulling his sister Ayesha into a respectful hug.
"We are doing well, Ahmed!" Ayesha replied, smiling at her brother.
Ahmed Kifayat was a charming 37-year-old man standing tall at 6'1". He wore glasses that framed his intelligent eyes, possessed short black hair, and maintained a neatly trimmed beard. He was known for having the funniest, sharpest humor in the family. Ashad absolutely loved his Mamo because Ahmed was the only person at these massive family parties whom he found genuinely sensible.
Ashad stepped forward, hugging him tightly. "Hello, Mamo, I missed you."
Ahmed patted his back warmly. "Oh, I missed you too, beta."
They stepped into the house, officially making them the last ones to arrive at the party.
To understand the scale of the gathering, one had to look around the crowded room at the rest of the family. Sitting together was Aunt Sana Haseeb—Ayesha's 44-year-old sister who stood at 5'6" with long, flowing black hair—and her husband, Haseeb Raza, a 47-year-old man measuring 5'10" with short brown hair. Their four sons were scattered nearby: Shakil, the oldest at 18, who was 5'9" with neat black hair; Waleed, 17, standing at 5'7" with casual brown hair; Omair, a 15-year-old boy at 5'4" with brown hair; and young Kamran, just 13 years old and 5'0", also sporting brown hair.
Then there was Ashad's second maternal aunt, Farah Khalil. At 49, she was a 5'7" woman with elegant brown hair, married to Ahsan Khalil, a towering 6'1" man of 48 with brown hair. Their household was large and lively. Their eldest daughter, Mahnoor Khalil, was 25 years old, 5'6", and had soft brown hair. She was happily married to her college friend, Anees Sufyan, a massive, broad-shouldered 26-year-old man standing a striking 6'4" with dark black hair, a thick beard, and a long, prominent mustache. Sitting near them were their energetic twin boys, Hasan and Hussain Sufyan, who stood at 3'1", had mop tops of black hair, and were turning 6 next month.
Mahnoor's younger sister, Rumaisa Khalil, was 23 years old, 5'6", with brown hair. She had married her old school friend, Karim Ali, a 23-year-old man with black hair and a height of 5'7". Running around their feet were their two daughters: 3-year-old Anaya Ali, who was 2'8" with dark black hair, and little 1.5-year-old Salma Ali, standing at 2'3" with soft brown hair. Farah's younger sons, Areeb Khalil (21, 5'8", with brown hair) and Saad Khalil (19, 5'7", with brown hair), were lounging nearby.
Across the room sat Ahmed Kifayat's brother, Ahmed Rehmat, and his wife, Saima Rehman. Saima was 37 years old, 5'7", with black hair. Their eldest son, 14-year-old Samiullah Rehmat, stood at 5'4" and was unique for being the only one in the family with striking blue eyes, a trait inherited from his maternal grandfather. Beside him sat his 12-year-old brother, Huzaifa Rehmat, who was 5'2".
Ashad's youngest Mamo, Omar Rehmat, was a 30-year-old man standing 6'0" with dark black hair. His wife, Rabia Rehmat, also 30, was 5'8" with beautiful dark brown hair. Their only child, an 8-year-old girl named Shafia Rehmat, stood at 4'0" and shared her mother's dark brown hair.
Finally, sitting in the place of absolute honor, was the sole remaining elder of the family: Farhat Rehmat. At 70 years old and 5'8", her once beautiful dark black hair was gracefully turning silver-white. She was the most deeply loved and highly respected person in the entire family. In fact, Ashad consulted his wise grandmother on life matters far more than he did his own mother.
Ashad walked over to his grandma, gently picking up her fragile, wrinkled hand to kiss it. "Asalamualikum, Grandma. How are you?"
Farhat smiled warmly, placing her soft palm tenderly on his head. "Walaikum Assalam, my lovely boy. The one who took all the family's responsibilities onto his young shoulders."
Ashad smiled back, a wave of pride washing over him. "No, Grandma, it is my duty to provide for my family." He paused, looking around the crowded room. "Grandma, have you seen Saad?"
"Oh yes, dear," Grandma replied, gesturing toward the stairs. "He is up in his room on the second floor."
Ashad headed upstairs, bypassing the main floor chaos, and pushed open the door to Saad's room. Hearing the rustle of clothes, he realized Saad was still in his attached bathroom. Ashad walked right in and made himself at home on the bed.
A few moments later, the bathroom door swung open and Saad walked out, a towel tightly wrapped around his waist. He froze, his eyes widening in complete shock.
"Oh, thank God, I thought someone else came in!" Saad gasped, clutching the towel tighter. Then his face flushed with annoyance. "Get the F out, man, I'm naked!"
Ashad smirked, leaning back on the pillows. "What took you so long, girl?"
"Go outside so I can change, you punk!" Saad shot back, pointing dramatically at the door.
Ashad chuckled and stepped out into the hallway. A few minutes later, the door reopened and Saad stepped out. Coincidentally, he was wearing a navy-blue shalwar kameez almost identical to Ashad's. The two best friends burst into laughter, shaking hands warmly.
"Next time, knock before entering!" Saad warned as they began walking back downstairs.
Ashad laughed. "The relationship between me and manners isn't even close, my friend."
As they descended, the layout of Saad's house was clear. Immediately upon entering the main door, a guest bathroom sat on the left, right next to a massive kitchen that was spacious enough to fit twenty people cooking together. Next to the kitchen was the master bedroom of Saad's parents with its own attached bathroom. Opposite their room lay a large, formal drawing-room. The center of the house featured a sprawling hallway acting as the living room, dominated by a large TV mounted on the wall with comfortable sofas facing it. Nearby sat a beautifully maintained aquarium owned by Areeb, positioned right next to the doors of Areeb's bedroom and Mahnoor's old room. To access the second floor, a staircase stood right at the main entrance, leading strictly to the two private rooms belonging to Saad and Rumaisa.
As Ashad and Saad approached the large kitchen downstairs, Mahnoor intercepted them, looking slightly exhausted. "Hey, can you guys take my kids outside and buy them some chocolates or candy?"
Saad groaned playfully, looking around. "Where is your hubby, Anees?"
"He's going to be late," Mahnoor sighed.
The boys agreed to help out. Saad turned to Ashad, "Go on, take out your car!"
Ashad shook his head. "No way, you take out your car."
"But I'm underage!" Saad countered with a smirk.
Ashad smiled knowingly, crossing his arms. "You are 19, and I happen to know you passed your driving test and have a car sitting right there. So... pay up!" He gestured pointedly toward the family key box hanging on the wall.
Saad rolled his eyes. "Well, you got me there."
He grabbed his keys, and they walked out into the crisp morning air.
"You have a big, beautiful garden, my friend," Ashad remarked, admiring the lush lawn bursting with colorful Eid flowers.
They climbed into Saad's car. Little Hasan and Hussain eagerly scrambled onto Ashad's lap, giggling. The twins were incredibly attached to Ashad, largely because he always took the time to play with them and spoil them every single time they met.