His obsession. (Editing)

Chapter 5

I left my car at school, I wasn't in the mood to drive, I wanted to walk. I loved walking it was the perfect stress reliever. I'd just walk to school Tomorrow morning and drive it back home tomorrow. To be honest I don't know if it's against the school rules, but aye like I cared.

It was only August the weather was perfect, the son was warm, but the breeze was absolutely beautiful. I lived a couple minutes away From school, I mean at least in a car. Walking wise it was about twenty minutes.

I thought about the brief conversation I had with Mr. Parks, he just converted and he was so willing to just dive into islam. Why couldn't I be like that with hijab. I mean just because a girl wears hijab doesn't mean she's perfect, I've seen many girls without hijab that have more deen than girls in hijab. I was living proof of that. Other than Dina all the other hijabi girls at my school didn't understand the purpose of the hijab. They would sit In Boys laps, show too much ankle, or even their legs, and their hair! They always had their bangs out! Ahhhh too much thinking!

Before I knew it I was in front of my house. I looked at the Orange painted house with flowers at every angle, and a brick that read "الله" (Allah). I let out a big smile as I walked to the garage door. Asalamu Alaykum, no one was home, but I'm just use to walking inside my house and giving salam. I didn't need anyone to answer my salam I knew the Angels did. That was enough for me.

I took my backpack off and threw it on the couch while taking off my shoes. Ah home alone once again. Mom is probably still at work, she was a nurse so who could blame her right. I came home early, since it was senior year I was home by one o'clock. My siblings were all at school, all four of them.
I have a decent sized family. Starting with my parents, who both worked. Mom being a nurse, and dad being an engineer. I have a sister, or as I like to call her mini jinn (Nayaan), twin brothers (Zain & Zaid) , and a baby sister who was only four years old (Rahma).

I took out my phone to see what's new in insta, like, like, like, Ohhh screen shot, like like, read duaa like. My eyes slowly wondered to the time, 1:30 ready! I need to pray duhur. I never missed my prayers I couldn't. Salah was life. Feeling the way I did I decided to go pray at the masjid since alhamdullah I lived in the same neighborhood the masjid was in.

I ran to the bathroom making wahdu which left the bathroom looking like some river, #MuslimProbs. Rushing to my room I opened my closet trying to find my abaya. Got it. I ran downstairs while putting my Abaya and my black flats on and ran outside. I was missing something, a hijab. I ran back inside the house and randomly grabbed a hijab from my moms closet.

I headed out to the masjid which was literally a minute away just walking.
I loved my local masjid it was so pretty, and clean, and pretty! As I made my way to the entrance I noticed an elderly women. I ran to the door to open it up for her, since she looked to weak to hold the big heavy door.

"JazakiAllah Khair binty", she said with her blue eyes sparkling in the sunlight.

"Wa iyaki auntie", I replied.

With that I made my way into the masjid. Should I pray here or upstairs, I asked myself. My masjid was pretty big ma shaa Allah I can never decide wether to pray downstairs near the entrance or upstairs that had glass windows that exposed the beautiful view of the woods. Hmmmm...upstairs it is.

I took off my black flats and put them in the little show shelf. I walked in the prayer room looking left, right, and left again. I loved the masjid just being in it gave you this unexplainable feeling. I went to an empty corner and prayed the two rakaas for entering a masjid, then carried on praying my dhur sunnah, dhur, then Sunnah again. I always prayed the Sunnah, 4 rakaas never seemed enough to be. Think about it. Each prayer is about 10-15 minutes. All the prayers combined would be only about one hour. That's 1 hour out of 24.

After I finished my salah, I read attul ul Kursi, thinking about the hadeeth of the prophet (saw) "whoever says ayatul Kursi after every obligatory prayer, nothing will keep him/her away from Jannah except for death". After I made tasbeeh, Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar... With that I put my shoes back on and made mr way back home.

As I was making my way back home I felt someone following me. I carefully grabbed my peppers pray that I had in my abaya pocket, ready to spray. I looked behind me, but no one was there, as soon as I turned to the front I saw a guy who looked drunk, he didn't know how to even walk properly. What was a guy doing near the open road drunk! I focused mr eyes on the face to see it was Jake.