The Perks of Being a Hijabi

Epilogue

I sat on the couch, book in hand. I couldn't focus though, due to the loud shouts and crashes coming from the other room.

"Ummmmiii!" Razan, my youngest daughter ran out of the room crying. I put my book down and kneeled before her.

"What's the matter Razan?" I asked as I stoked her long curly hair.

"Omar *sniff* hurt *sniff sniff* mere!" She sobbed through tears. I sighed and strode into the other room, where Omar sat, unaware of the trouble he was in.

"Omar, stop hurting your sister, she is smaller than you. Go to your room and think about what you did. Once you're done I'll call you back down." He looked shocked at first, but soon understood. He put his toys down and left the room and went upstairs to his room.

"Okay Ryazan, go back to playing. Omar won't hurt you know." I ruffled her hair and went back to my couch and book.

It was hard being a parent, especially when your children constantly fight. I've asked Ummi for advice, she gave me some advice, but not enough. I've been reading this book for a little too long, I thought as I set down my Women In Islam book.

I left the living room and entered the kitchen to make dinner, for when Hussen comes home inshallah.

Steam rose from the pot of beans. I leaned forward, admiring my work.

"That smells delicious," Hussen stood at the door, leaned up against the door jam. "Asalamualykum." He unhitched himself from the door way and hugged me.

"Waalykumsalam." I answered back. "I didn't hear you come through the door," I wondered. Hussen chuckled.

"I didn't want the kids to get to excited." He held put two boxes wrapped in a gold wrapping paper. Must be chocolate. I smiled and went back to my cooking.

"Baba's home!" Both Razan and Omar dashed into the kitchen. They began jumping and hugging their father.

"I brought these for you." He held out the two gold boxes. Razan and Omar quickly snatched the boxes open and began tearing at them.

"Hey, what do you guys say when someone gibes you something?" I wagged my finger at them disapprovingly.

"Thank you" they mined as the boxes opened to reveal, as I had predicted; chocclate.

"Okay, dinner is almost ready. Hussen go get changed, Razan, Omar, put the chocolate away and wash your hands.

We sat at the table, waiting for Hussen to finish whatever he was doing.

Once he came to the dining room and sat down, we all said "Bismillah" and began eating. As a family.

The enddddd! Hope you guys liked this last chapter. Sorry, I won't be making a sequel, but I will be writing another book.
Sorry if this part is a little cheezy, but hey, aren't all love stories like that? ;)
The book I'm working on right now isn't Islamic it's a science fiction book. So please read that and yeah.

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