CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing. I wonder who is calling me this beautiful Saturday morning. I don’t open my eyes, and answer the call, not caring to check who is calling.

“Umit, where are you?” the voice belonging to Fatima asks.

“Why are you looking for me this early in the morning?”

“Why am I looking for you? Umit, have you forgotten we have a dress appointment this morning?” Fatima says, sounding furious over the phone.

Oh, my God! Subhan Allah (Glory be to Allah), I can’t believe I forgot. I didn’t forget, really. I knew Fatima had a dress appointment on the 22nd, but I hadn’t realized that was today.

“Fatima, I swear I didn’t forget. I just did not know today is the 22nd. I will quickly shower and be on my way.” I say getting out of my bed.

“Alright, be fast because I don’t want to try on a dress when you are not here.”

“I will be quick, bye,” I say hanging up while I rush to the bathroom.