His obsession. (Editing)

Chapter 11

This will be the last chapter I will post for a while. I'm not ending the story, but I will be putting it on hold.

Comment & favorite ❤️

Layaans POV

Who was this guy? Where did he come from, he just jumped in and pulled me out of that situation with that perverted junior. Usually guys would just stand a laugh at the scene or even cheer on the guy.

This guy was freakishly tall, who knows he could be normal height but to me with my height he was a sky scraper. This guy had beautiful big blue eyes, dirty blonde hair that was gelled up, with a beard. Not a long one, it looked like he was just recently growing it out.

I pressed my lips together as I thought of something to say, the silence was awkward.

"So, um, thanks for what you did, I-it means a lot. Like I- I just don't get what made you jump in with no hesitation?"

He chuckled then looked out the school window in the hall, " well see I don't like men who treat women like sh*t, I was taught that women should be treated like queens, My religion teaches me to respect women, you know? It's just how I was raised"

Women should be treated like queens? His religion? Sounds like Islam, he has to be muslim!

"So you're muslim?", I questioned as I looked in his pure blue eyes then turned my gaze to his Blue lebrons.

"Yea that's crazy do you like read people or something? Not many people guess that?", he said with amazement, shocked that I would know.

"Yeaa Im muslim, I feel yea, so we've been sitting here for like 20 minutes and I still don't know the name of the muslim who protected me", I said smiling at the school blue carpet.

"Hahaa yea I don't think you'll be going to class you're already really late, but yea my name is Omar, Omar Parks. But I usually don't say my last name others, so keep it on the DL Ight", he said trying to sound ghetto.

"Oh my Allah! You're related to Mr. Parks aren't you! So you're a convert too?", My voice was now filled with enthusiasm.

"Haha no I was born muslim, see my mom is muslim right well my dad was a n atheist, so he fell for my mom and she taught him about Islam. He fell in love with my mom and the religion so he converted and married my mom. I think you should know what happened after they were halal for each other", he laughed as he finished his last sentence, on the other hand my face turned red just thinking about what he said.

"Wait then how are you related to Mr. Parks?", I asked.

"Well my Mr.Parks is my uncle, he's my dads brother. My dad has been educating him about Islam when he first converted. Alhamdullah after 18 years he decided to take his shahada. He became muslim during summer break", he explained.

He started looking at his hands and changed the subject, " you didn't tell me your name."

"Layaan Yusuf", I replied.

I continued talking, " well I guess I just missed my class, I'm gonna go now so I won't be late to my other classes. Thank you so much Omar, may Allah reward you.", I said to him as I slowly walked away from him.

"Salam ukht, I got your back if any guy messes with you again"

Omar POV

Layaan just left to go to her classes, I couldn't help but feel kind of sad. Ive met plenty of people in my lifetime but she was different, she had this thing about her. Even though I didn't know her I liked her, not in a lovey way, I just felt comfortable with her.

I've never had trouble lowering my gaze ever before, but not looking into her honey eyes was one of the hardest things I had to resist. I'm not falling for her I just met her, but I really hope I see her around more. This girl was something else.

Layaan POV

Finally anatomy! My last class of the day! Just 45 minutes to go and im out! As I made my way into class I noticed Dina wasn't here. She was here in the morning. I wonder if she went home because she did t want to present in classical lit. I'm just going to have to deal with anatomy alone today I guess. I just Dina didn't have a panic attack.

We both struggle with panic attacks it's how we initially became friends. When we were little Dina lost her mom due to breast cancer, she couldn't handle the stress of being motherless so she started having panic attacks about three times a week in school ever since second grade. I've also had them since second grade. When I went to Palestine as a little girl my uncles house where we would stay got bombed several times. My uncles place was completely destroyed, so was he. He died protecting my mom and I. I could never forget how he showed us where to hide as he distracted the Israeli soldiers.

Me and Dina always ended up being at the nurses office at the same time and since then we've been inseparable.

As the bell rang I ran quickly to my car to drive to Dina's house. I prayed she was there.

I walked to the door and rang the door bell, seconds later a little boy opened the door. Ahmad, Dina's six year old brother.

"Asslamu Alaykum habibi, is Dina home?", I asked as i cupped his chubby cheeks in my hands.

"No she's not here, I thought she was at school LuLu", he replied with a worried expression on his face.

" Um yea habibi she was, I just, um, we are playing hide and seek, I thought she was here, Yalla salaam homde", I grabbed his forehead and planted a kiss on his forehead.

Where could she be? Not at home, not a school, where else?

After two minutes of thinking where Dina could be I face palmed myself and began running to my house.

Where is my abaya Ughhh, when I really need it I can never find it! I went to Nayaan's room and rampaged her closet looking for her abaya. Found it.

I quickly put it in and through on a random hijab.

She was at the masjid. Not in it, but at the pond behind the masjid. Chances are she skipped class and prayed dhur at the masjid, then chillies near the pond.

I walked to the masjid and offered my salaat, afterwards I ran to the pond and scanned the area looking for Dina. As I looked around I saw a girl with a green plain hijab and a long flowing black dress sitting on the ground facing the pond with her arms around her legs.

"Habla don't scare me like that!", I yelled as I forced her in a hug.

"I'm sorry LuLu I-I just, I don't know, I just wanted to be alone", tears were forming in her eyes.

"What's wrong hayati, you seemed pretty tense this morning, is it classical Lit? Did you really not want to present that much?", I questioned as I squeezed her hands for comfort.

"Lulu I miss her, I miss my mom", she choked on her words. Didn't take long for her to start crying her eyes out.

I grabbed her head and placed it on my lap and began playing with her hijab as her tears fell from her face on Nayaans abaya.

"Let it out, cry, sometimes you needs to just let it all out, don't hold your tears back", I said trying to comfort her.

"You can cry as much as you want DuDu, but crying isn't gonna help your mom. Your mom was a good muslim, Allah took her for a reason, you want to help her make duaa for her. Keep making duaa that Allah keeps her grave cool. It's a test Dudu, if your mom was still alive she would have suffered."

Dina's tears slowly stopped, she sat up and looked me in my eyes.

"The day I lost my mom I gained a sister, thanks Lulu", she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a kiss on my cheek.