A Diamond in Islam | (Published) ✔

{18} Party Disasters

Amira Sarker

After I prayed Maghrib (sunset prayer), I sat and read another thriller book. Although thriller books terrified me to my core, I couldn't stop my curiosity form reading more. I had an insatiable taste in scaring myself and I needed the books to breathe.

.As I read, I couldn't help but think how Nanu was doing. Was he okay? What about Mum and Baba? They were still not home, and the thought alone scared me. Tanwir came home an hour ago. He seemed dreadfully angry and went straight to his room. I wondered what got him so mad.

Nani laid in bed ever since Nanu left for the hospital. She only got up to pray and she spent a long time in worship. I couldn't help but admire how hard she was focused on only Allah. She would spend so long in worship that it made me ask myself what was stopping me from doing that.

My phone beeped and I checked to see if it was a message from Damon. It was. I felt a smile climb onto my lips.

Damon: Hey u going to the Tye's party tonight?

Tye was having a party today as a cheer for the start of winter break. Tye invited our whole grade since his parents were out, but they let him have his party because, what teenager doesn't throw parties in their huge house when their parents aren't around? I obviously didn't go to those high school parties because it was just a red zone to fitnah (temptation). As tempting as it may have been I loved Allah more.

Me: Nah. High school parties aren't my thing.

Damon: Well that sucks. I'm gonna miss ur presence there ;)

Even when he wasn't next to me, he could still make me feel like I was on cloud nine. My stomach turned in ways that I never felt before. The fact that he could make me feel burning sensations all over my body scared me to no end. Damon was the forbidden apple that I desired, the one shaytan (Satan) kept urging me towards with promises that were weary.

I couldn't become attached to him. Whenever a girl became attached to a guy, the romance collapsed. I wasn't naive to reality. The world was harsh, pushing me past my limits more than once, and through it all I was strong in my faith towards Allah. I was firm in my belief.

Me: I hope you have fun.

Damon: it won't be much fun without u.

I desperately wanted to go to the party. Damon was going, but I knew that would be a terrible idea. I promised to take care of Nani while Mum and Baba were at the hospital with Nanu.

I sighed, leaning back against the sofa with my eyes closed. 

Every other girl had a boy attached to her hip. Every other girl was free to kiss whomever she wanted. Every other girl was not as conflicted between right and wrong, where the wrong looked most appetizing.

Allah tested those who were strong in their belief more to make sure that their faith was true, genuine, real. I believed in Islam with all my heart. I understood the warnings, but I was young and vulnerable to mistakes. Allah was privy to my scandalous thoughts, but I knew Islam was a religion that taught self-control.

Allah is saving someone very special for you. Just for you. Those romances are full of crap. You know pure hearts are for the pure. Be patient and you'll get the best romance of them all, I reminded myself.

Me: How sweet of u.

Damon: Don't u know it XD

Me: Get going u big goof.

Damon: Only if u come with me.

Was he asking me to go with him? An unfamiliar pounding clammed itself against the mental walls that I spent so long to build. I could feel my mentality cracking every so slightly.