The Fall of Me

Chaos

From the Trojan war, the Garden of Hesperides, and the Garden of Eden; from the fall of man to the Fall of me. It represent knowledge, immortality, temptation, and sin.

This is the story of my fall.

"What do mean your not going to live on campus?" The young olive skinned man questioned his childhood friend, a young Muslim woman, with perfectly done eyebrows and pink pumlp lips, and a perfectly styled hijab.

The young woman rolled her eyes in obvious annoyance "What I mean is I'm going to live off campus." She said slowly annunciating every word as if she was talking to a child.

The young man sighed in frustration. "Yes I know what living off campus means Fatima. What I ment is why are you doing so?"

"You know Damn well why Musah, The old hag won't let me live on campus with males. Oh god forbid male gender." She said Sarcasticly as she threw her hands up in mock fear. The old hag in question is Fatima's religiously over bearing grandmother. A woman of the old age of 78 and that deems it necessary to go to Hajj ever other year, a woman who sent 5 Qur'ans for Fatima as a graduation gift, which was thoughtful really, but unnecessary.

" Yeah, but-" before he could reply Fatima cut him off.

"Oh and also because of what yunas did last year." Fatima cringed recalling what her brother did last year.

" Oh god, don't mention that when I'm eating." Musah complained shuddering at the very memory of it, he pushed his food way, in disgust.

"Tell me about it, I still can't believe he did that."

The that Fatima is talking about is her brothers crazy stupor of eating the wrong kind of brownie at a party and getting stoned beyond belief. The worst part is that the poor boy did have an incredibly low tolerance for drugs. Heck he gets loopy off Children's Tylenol. So he did what most people do when they get stoned for the first time unknowingly, he strips and swims in the universities water fountain, while making out with a guy. To say when he woke up in the morning with some guys hand wrapped around his waist by fountain was a shock to him is an understatement. It also didn't help that his fiancee and Fatima were visiting that very day.

"Trust me I wish I could get the image of my brother nude in public out of my head too, but no it's burnt into my corneas." Fatima cringed recalling the image.

The fact that he was with a guy wasn't the issue to Fatima, the issue was she had to see him and all his things too that bothered her.

"Yeah , but I still don't like that you're going to live off campus." Musah muttered, looking dejected while rolling his green apple back and forth.

"Not really, at least I don't have to live in those abnormally tiny dorms." Fatima said while eyeing the Apple.

"Are you going to eat that?"

"The apple?"

"No, the table, yes the freaking apple."

"Jeez don't be so mean, here." He said as he threw the apple to her.

Fatima caught it and bite into it.

"But the dorms are not that bad, and because they are located in the heart of the campus it makes going to classes a lot faster."

Fatima sighed at musah's persistence. "Musah get it through your head, okay. I am not going to live on campus." Fatima gritted out.

"Okay, fine whatever, But then where are going to live?"

"I don't know the old hag had owns a few buildings around here, she still hasn't told me which I'm going to live in."

"Damn..." Musah whistled. "Sometimes I forget how rich your grandma is."

Fatima rolled her eyes at the remark. musah never forgets how rich her grandmother is, after all, he never stops pointing it out.

"Yeah whatever..." She paused looking at the time. "...don't you have work?" Fatima pointed out.

Musah quickly shot up. " Oh shoot, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I'm not your wife, I don't have to stalk your schedule and inform you of shit."

"Yeah, your right about not being my wife, because if you were I wouldn't have to work and instead I would mooch off of you." He yelled while running down the street.

"Aw, fuck off." Fatima yelled throwing the Apple pit she was eating at him.

Much to Fatima's dismay, the Apple pit missed him, and...

Fuck, fuck, fuckiedy, fuck, fuck. I just hit an old lady with an Apple pit, fuck! What do I do? What do I do? Help her yes go over there and help her. Fatima thought frantically.

"Oh my goodness I'm so sorry ma'am." She while crouching down to eye level, with the poor old lady.

The old lady just looked up and smiled.
" Oh don't worry about it dear, I know how young couples are now a days. Just don't go throwing things around from now on."

"Are you sure you are okay...." registering what she just said Fatima'w eyes grew wide.

"Oh goodness no, he and I are not..." Before she could finish the lady cut her off.

"Really? A fine handsome man like that, honey if I just 50 years younger."

smiling at the eccentric old lady, she said "He is like a brother to me."

"Oh, my would you look at time I must be get going, bye sweet try not to hit any more elderly people with Apple pits from now on." She said as she rushed off.

While getting up Fatima picked up the Apple pit and threw it in the garbage bin.

"Well no more violent outputs from me from now on, I Don't need to hurt the elderly again.
Speaking of elderly I need to call habuba." She noted.

Fishing the phone out of her pocket she called her grandma.

"Murhabah." Her sweet gentle voice rang through the speakers. "Deceiving old hag." She thought

"Kef el hal, habuba?" She inquired.

"Menih, and how are you fatuma?"

" I'm great, al hamdu el Allah. I just called to ask about the apartment I was going to be staying in, have you picked the building yet?"

"Oh yes, I was just going to call you about that. An old friend of mine also has a daughter who going to the same university, so I asked her if she wants to share the apartment with you, in order for her to save money. I mean what are you going to do with an extra bedroom. It's haram to be greedy." She stated as if she was reminding a child.

Fatima contemplated the idea of a roommate, it wasn't that foreign of a concept. She didn't really mind it.

"That's all and well, but where is my apartment located at? I'm going to start college in a week, I kinda need to know where I live."

"Oh, excuse me, dear this old age is getting to me, I thought I told you a week ago. Anyway it's on brenswick and Mayfield it's just a five minute walk away from the campus. I'll text you the address later dear."

"Okay, bye grandma. Love you."

"I love you too dear, just don't turn out like your brother."

"I won't."

"okay bye, Dub Dub." Cringing at her childhood Nick name as Fatima closed her phone.

"I mean out of all the nicknames why did she have to choose chub chub?" Fatima thought.

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Okay guys what do you think?

I know that much and grammar sucks, but I felt like writing this so I did.