The Ceo's office or rather Hussein Hosseini's office was the most luxurious office and the most talked about office in the entire building.

It was an office considered sacred and many even contemplated on whether they should remove their shoes before entering it or not since it was always meticulously clean.

But sacred was the last thing the Hosseini brothers or rather Hisham, had made it to be.

He currently sat crosslegged on his father's office table, a bag full of pistachios on his lap while Yasir and Khaleel sat timidly on the office chairs around him as they waited for their Baba to come.

"I wouldn't be sitting there if i were you," said Khaleel, a horrified expression etched all over his face.

This was the most daring act of Hisham's he had seen till date and he wasn't too sure if it was daring or plain stupid.

"Shut up Squirell face," said Hisham as he cracked open a pistachio and threw the shells at Khaleel.

"Wait till Hitler finds you."

"This handsome face ain't scared of nobody."

"You wish."

"Wish about me being handsome or not being scared? Because im both," said Hisham with a smirk on his face.

"Whatever makes you sleep at night."

Yasir let out a small laugh, shaking his head. Hisham and Khaleel's squabbles were always out of this world.

"So why do you think Hitler called us here?" asked Yasir confusedly.

"I think he wants to send us three on a vacation," said Hisham as he threw more shells at Khaleel.

"Pssssssht. Vacation? He should send you Hisham and that too, to the mental asylum," Khaleel said as he flicked off a shell from his hair.

Yasir let out another laugh wishing Baba could just come already. He wanted to go home. Go home to Yumnah. He wondered if she had already received his gift and had she liked it? Knowing Yumnah, he knew that she must have and he just hoped that she had not already worn it because he planned to clasp that necklace around her neck with his own two hands.

"Yasir?"

No answer.

"Yasir?" asked Hisham once again as he shared a knowing look with Khaleel who just smiled back shaking his head.

"Yes Akhi?"

"I was just telling Khaleel about how i described Hitler to you. Mind telling him?"

"Akhiiiiii. No way," said Yasir laughing.

"Come on."

Yasir shook his head and a smile crept up his face as memories from his childhood came flooding back.

He had been sitting with Hisham in the garden his thoughts clouded with those of Hitler.

"Akhi, how does Hitler look like?" he asked as he took a bite of the jam sandwich Hisham had made.

"Bro, dont even ask. He is ugly."

"Oh no! Desribe him please Akhi."

"Well, he has big bulging eyes, a big tummy and worst of all bro, is that he has a really large moustache that reaches his pointed ears."

"What's a moustache?" asked Yasir confusedly and as Hisham described what it was to him, he swore never to have one when he grew up.

"Yuck! But then why did Mama marry him?"

"No idea bro."

Khaleel stared at Yasir with wide eyes as he listened to the story before turning to Hisham who sat with a goofy smile on his face.

"You are despicable Hisham. Why would you describe Hitler like that?" he asked laughing.

"For fun."

"Oh Khaleel, i got so worried that i had to go talk to Mama," said Yasir a smile on his face.

Little Yasir had been so worried that he had been unable to sleep the entire night. He had rushed to his Mama the very next morning and his Mama had not stopped laughing as soon as she heard Hisham's description of her husband.

"Oh my love, you're Baba looks nothing like that," she said still trying to get over her laughter. This was golden and she couldn't wait to to tell Hussein. He would flip for sure.

"But why would Hisham lie?"

"Older brothers do that at times Habibi and you know what? Hisham looks exactly like Baba. He takes after him."

"Oh no Mama, does that mean that Hisham is not handsome?" he asked palming his face with his little hand.

"Of course he is Yasir because you're Baba is the most handsome man i have ever seen."

"Oh Okay Mama," he said with utmost relief.

"But you know, Baba has not always been strict. He was very caring and loving when we were small," said Yasir and Hisham slowly nodded his head in agreement.

"Thats true, he always made it a point to bring home large tub of chocolate icecream after every Jumah salah," said Hisham a distant look on his face.

"Yes and he also took us to the park every Sunday," Yasir added remembering how Baba always used to push him on the swings not at all caring that he was blind.

"Okay son, are you holding on tight?" he asked doing a double take on the chains to ensure that they were tightly secured.

"Yes Baba, now just push me already."

Hussein would then push his son as high as possible not caring that he was blind. He always wanted his youngest son to feel as normal as possible and he believed that pampering him would only remind him of his disability.

"Baba, can we go to the slides now," asked Yasir already bored.

"Okay but first let me check on Hisham."

"He went with Mama to buy candyfloss. Can we go now?"

"Okay lets go, so its the monster slide again isn't it?

"Yes it is Baba."

Yasir's heart warmed up at the memory. Baba had for sure been a good father and he hoped that one day he would be a good father as well. A good father to twelve children? Ya Allah, just the thought scared him but Yumnah had refused to relent.

"Wait, why are we fangirling over Hitler?" asked Hisham as he cracked open the last pistachio remaining in the large bag that had been full just a few minutes ago.

"No idea. I guess his office is doing something to us," said Khaleel shuddering.

"But when did Khalo turn to become Hitler?" asked Khaleel confusedly.

Hisham looked at Yasir confusedly until realisation dawned on him. Baba had become very strict when he turned thirteen.

"He changed when i got into my teens," said Hisham flinging the last shell somewhere behind him.

"That explains everything," said Khaleel and Yasir too nodded.

"Ya rabb," said Yasir as he palmed his face.

"What?"

"Akhi, tell Khaleel how he used to wake us up for fajr."

Hisham's face turned red as he burst out into laughter.

The two brothers were in deep sleep both oblivious of the Fajr Adhan.

Yasir turned in his sleep and pulled his pillow over his head while Hisham sunk deeper into his warm blanket.

"You two have permanently booked yourselves spaces in hell for sure," shouted Hussein.

Yasir and Hisham immediately jolted up, their hearts hammering in their chests from the loud shout.

"Go do wudhu this minute. Salah begins in the next two minutes. Dont dare to be late," said Hussein as he went and laid two extra prayer rugs behind his.

Khaleel couldn't stop laughing as Hisham finished telling him the story.

"Wallahi Khaleel, it happened every morning and since i could not see and in my half sleepy state, i never used to even know where the bathroom was," said Yasir smiling.

Those were indeed the good old days.

The three brother were so deeply engrossed that none of them noticed Hussein who was coming towards them.

Hussein quickly made his was towards his office only to stop dead in his tracks.

He did a double take through the large glass door not believing his eyes.

Was that Hisham sitting on...

What the hell?

He barged into his office his one hand shoved inside his pocket.

"Hisham get you're ass of that table this very second. This is not you're bedroom," he said sternly.

Hisham immediately sprang off the table and shoved the empty pistachio bag into Khaleel's hands.

Hussein turned round to look at the three of them and his eyes immediately landed on the pistachio bag that lay in Khaleel's now trembling hands.

"Seriously Khaleel? Does this look like a kitchen?"

"Wallahi Khalo, it wasn't me..."

"It was him Baba. It was Khaleelo, i even told him not to," Hisham quickly interjected.

Hussein rolled his eyes as he pulled back his office chair only to find a pistachio shell on it. He gently picked it up and held it between his two fingers afterwhich he flicked the shell right at Hisham.

" I know it was you Hisham. It can only be you."

"Ouch that hurt Baba," Hisham whined.

"You're back is going to hurt more son because you are going to vaccum this entire office once we are done."

Khaleel sent Hisham a wink who just stuck out his tongue at him.

"Okay so you three idiots must be wondering why i called you here?" asked Hussein as he sat down.

"Wait, are there three other people in this room as well apart from us," asked Yasir trying to look innocent.

"Very funny Yasir," said his father.

"Sorry Baba, you know i can't see so i thought there were three other people who are idiots..."he began.

Hisham and Khaleel looked at each other and smiled. Yasir even at times...

"Whatever Yasir. Well i called you guys here because..." Hussein began only to be cut off by Hisham.

"To raise our paychecks?" he asked grinning.

"Why would i want to raise you're pay checks. In fact i should lower it."

Hisham laughed as he leaned back on the office chair.

"Well i called you here because as you all know, i have reached my retirement age," Hussein began.

"You have? How old are you Baba?"asked Yasir laughing.

Hussein laughed shaking his head. He wondered what would happen to his company with these three sons of his.

"Just know that i'm older than you Yasir and its time I go spend some more time with you're Mama," he said.

"I just hope that she too doesn't start calling me Hitler," he added.

Khaleel and Yasir immediately got into coughing fits while Hisham looked everywhere else but at his Baba.

How did Hitler always get to know everything?

"So whose taking over?"asked Khaleel though he knew quite well that it was Hisham.

" I want Hisham to take over."

Hisham immediately stilled as blood drained from his face.

"What? Me?" he asked a big frown on his face.

"Yes, you Hisham."

"

Hussein stood up from his chair anger beginning to course through him. What did he even mean by no?

"And why not? You are qualified, responsible and also an architect. I don't get it."

"

"Akhi, please..." Yasir began but was cut short.

"No Yasir, I dont want to listen to anything. I am sick of everyone manipulating me. Everyone twists and turns me just the way the way and im done with it.

"I am sorry Baba," he said as he stood up to leave.

"But i cannot do this. I just cannot. I am terribly sorry."

And with that he left...

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