Before we get started with the prologue and character aesthetics they are some things I want to clear up.
⚠️I will have no bashing of Islam (the religion they are in) if you disagree with this book. don't read it. Simple as that
⚠️Do not I repeat NOT sexualize them. They are not your toys and is very disrespectful also it is forbidden, if I see a comment like "just f#@k already" I'll mute you.
⚠️Omar (main character) will have anger issues this is not because of his religious beliefs , this is because of all the politics he was forced into growing up, which by the way disagreeing with them is fine obv however do not shame him for his beliefs. Thank you
⚠️Khadija is not weak nor helpless, she was simply taught to hide all her life, Ho unnoticed so all the attention she got in America so she got scared, no shaming her either please?
⚠️Omar and Khadija are cousins. Yes they may be long distance cousins but in my culture it's normal and he's a non mahram so it's fine. If you feel uncomfortable you can either continue reading or leave
⚠️I will try to write this book in an halal way, obviously Omar and Khadija won't get into any sort of relationship before marriage.
Now onto the characters face claims!
(If you don't picture these face claims that's fine! This is more of my imagination :])Khadija Mohammed Ali
(main character)
17-18 years old
Sweet and determined
Syrian
Omar Hisham Ahmed
(main character)
18 years old
Defensive yet caring
Iraqi
(Khadijas cousin by a long line)
Tasneem Hisham Ahmed
(Main character)
16 years old
Sweet yet bold
Iraqi
Raina James Kayline
(Side character/ Tasneems best friend)
17 years old
Sweet and loving
Russian
Sarah Grace Lore
(Side characters/ Khadijas old friend)
18 years old
Cunning and manipulative
Canadian
Kyle Ezra Mare
(Side character/ captain of the basketball team)
19 years old
Spoiled and stubborn
American
Prologue
Khadijah woke up to the sound of a loud bomb going off, her eyes were closed shut as she started to pray silently. She has gotten used to the sound but that didn't mean she didn't flinch thinking of the loud "BOOM" that would echo across the area. Her mom- Layla got in her room in an instant, she put on her hijab and she took her by the hand out of the house and into a safe shelterKhadijah saw her dad, he was praying out loud in a hushed voice, the bomb had dropped and Her Mom squeezed her hand tightly, Khadija knew how much she heard that noise growing up
"Khalas Ya Layal" Khadijah's father- Mohammed would say in Arabic his voice shaking slightly "it's time you and Khadijah leave Syria and go to America, it's too dangerous here"
"La ya baba" Khadijah said taking his hand "I want to stay with you and mama"
He kissed her head a single year drop falling from his eye "me too ya hababti" me too my love
Khalas: stop
La: no
Habibti: my love
Ya: (a way of calling someone/ "Oh")
YOU ARE READING
Home is where freedom rings
Teen FictionOmer looked at her, with curiosity glazing the coat of brown scenery in his beautiful iris, his eyes studying hers "You know even if you scream, yell and cry, if people decide that they don't want to hear you and they won't." She looked at him back...