Amira & Hamza by Samira Ahmed

Author:Samira Ahmed [AHMED, SAMIRA]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Little, Brown Books for Young Readers
Published: 2022-09-20T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 14

Stay Ghul and Composed

Hamza

I DIDN’T PUKE! THIS FEELS LIKE A MOMENTOUS OCCASION. I was in a whirling devnado, traveling from London to Paris across the English Channel, and I didn’t upchuck my guts. Also, did not need a passport and my family didn’t get stopped by airport security for a “random” check of our luggage. I may not be the ultimate math whiz, but I’m smart enough to figure out that sometimes when authorities say “random,” they really mean “any time we want to because you’re brown and that’s suspicious.” Traveling by twister could really be a bonus for us, except for the part where the tornado is a shape-shifting dev who wants all humans to bow down to him. Yeah, that part… not so good. But I’m working on it.

It’s still night when we land in a giant courtyard of what looks like a palace with buildings on three sides making a U shape. In front of us is this totally cool glass pyramid. I’ve seen the Louvre in pictures and in this one show that has an epic chase scene where this fancy car crashes through the pyramid. This is my third museum in one day, and all these forced-culture, near-death experiences are getting tiring. But I gotta say, this may be the awesome-est museum I’ve ever seen—from the outside at least.

I hear a groan and grunt behind me; I turn to see Ahriman twisting back into his four-eared, red-faced self. He’s on one knee, hand on the ground like he’s trying to balance himself. I noticed he was a little dizzy when we arrived in London, but this seems worse. Honestly, I’m usually pretty green-feeling myself when we land, but Ahriman looks more out of it than me. Maybe even weakened? And I swear, as we were about to land, his devnado sputtered a little, slowed down, so I saw Ahriman’s red face creepily stretched out for a tiny second. He never faltered like that before.

I wonder if this is my moment; if he’s weakened, maybe I could take him, knock him over, maybe, and…

Holy moly! Is that… the Eiffel Tower? Whoa!

My mom loves Paris. I really wish she were with me now. And my dad. And Amira. And I wish it were a real vacation and not this doomsday devnado road trip. And it would be a lot less scary if my family were here.

The Eiffel Tower is all lit up, and a twinkling beam of light from the top of the tower sweeps across the city. My parents came here on an anniversary trip and said it was a magical city because of the culture and the architecture. I kind of get that now. But I’m more interested in the magically delicious part, because they also said Paris has the best pastries in the world. I can’t believe I’m not going to be able to try a single one.

“Have faith, young champion, perhaps one day you will.”

It’s that voice again! Maqbool’s voice. Ahriman still

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