His Broken Soul

Chapter 3

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I was way past shock. My jaw hung open. Wait. He was a Muslim and he "thinks" he's a Muslim. But why? Isn't he proud to be a Muslim?

"I know." He says nodding with his hands in his pocket. Wait he was proud that he was arrogant? I felt my blood slowly boil up.

"You should be proud." I said through gritted teeth. He was a natural born Muslim! He should be proud! Ecstatic even! Allah has given him a gift!

"Whatever almond." He says while squinting at my name tag.

"Almond? That's not my name its Amina! Can't you read?" Steam is now coming out of my ears I'm sure of it.

He scoffed and went into his office. I plunged down on my chair feeling depressed. But I shouldn't judge him I am no better than anyone else. He is just arrogant but arrogance is very dangerous.

I need to calm down and reassess what in the world is going on. I check my phone and it said it was duhr prayer. I quickly get up and look for a nearby restroom.

Quickly finding one to my right I make wudu. I really try to get all of my five prayers in. Anytime I feel lazy I end up thinking of how fire would feel on my skin. I can do without that thank you.

Going back to my little office I realized I needed a room to pray in. I peek into the window of the nearest room next my office and see many people having a conference. Dang it!

I slump back to my office and see the boss coming out. I jump up and stagger towards his office. He hears all my ruckus and looks at me with concern. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" I say ignoring his gaze. Lower your gaze for better days right? Although i don't think he takes this rule seriously as I feel his gaze still on me. "Can I use your office to pray?"

"Pray? What?"

Was this guy okay? Why does it matter? "Umm pray duhr prayer."

"Go ahead." His voice now seemed deep in thought. "I'll be back after twenty minutes."

He was actually being generous and here I thought I was going to have to start world war three with him. I opened the office and walked in. I lay my prayer mat and run back to lock the door. I felt really safe here alone. Just me and my prayer. It was always comforting and peaceful to have to stop everything you are doing to pray to your lord. It really helps keep you who you are and always conscious of Allah.
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Finishing prayer I get out of Mr. Saleh's office And go eat food. It was now lunch break and my stomach was so angry. It needed food pronto.

I get out of the company and head into my car. After arriving at McDonald's I order fries and a shake. I know I'm a fatty!
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I park my car and head back to my little office. Walking in I didn't see that the boss was in. Where is he?

"He's still on the roof." Cindy answers my thought.

"Oh okay." I smile uneasily. What in the world does he do there? Does he think he's a bird? I snickered I would have to break the news to him gently. Just imagine it. Holding his shoulder and giving him a disapproving look- You are not the bird! I'll feel like Dr. Phil. But seriously I should check up on him.

But before I could start towards the journey Cindy spoke up. "I know what your thinking but I advise you not to go see him. The last lady did what you are planning and lost her job. He also got very harsh with her."

My eyebrows rose as my eyes widened. "Why? What does he do there??"

Cindy shrugs. "Beats me, the girl never found out. He noticed her before anything. She just told me that he was sitting."

Well that's not what I'm going to do today.

Although curiosity was eating me up I decided it was best to not worry. It's not any of my business.

I said goodbye to Cindy and continued my walk to where I belonged. Looking around the company, my eyes cought on to somebody with a white Islamic hat. He was tall and broad making his way to the elevator. I'm guessing he works here since he has on his suit and--

Oh Allah! He glanced at me! He probably caught me looking! But hey it was one time! I didn't mean it like I was checking him out although his face was not bad.

I felt my face reddening and heating up. Gosh this is so embarrassing. I looked up slowly to make sure he was gone now and he finally was. I fanned myself and tried to get over the humiliation but---

"What's with the red face almond?"