The Not-So Perfect Muslim Twins [COMPLETED]

Chapter Ten: Bullying

Assalamu Alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakaatuhu! 

FIRST - I'd like you all to pray whatever you have not prayed yet. Because surely nothing is better than your time with Allah. Not even your time with reading. 

Second - Here's one of the first promised chapter of this week. I hope you enjoy it, and continue reading. I do understand if you're really angry at me for having such weird and random updates, and I don't blame you :/ i'm angry at myself too T_T

Third - Jazak'Allahu Khayran for all the amazing comments you left in the last chapter. It cheered me up loads, and I feel amazing now Alhamdullillah. Now I feel like i can try to repair the relationship I have with my sister thanks to you guys. I love you all for the sake of Allah. Hope you enjoy ^-^

Salaam <3

Yadirah

"I don't believe you." I said, braiding my hair, and twisting it into a bun then finally tying it with a pony. Yes, I called a scrunchy a pony. Why does everyone seem to have a problem with that? When I was a kid, the whole class in my Islamic school found out I called a scrunchy a pony, and suddenly I was the center of attention. But I really don't care because I got an awful lot of attention. And if you know kids, most of them love the attention they get.

"Well, believe it." Maryam said quietly. We were in the bathroom alone, at lunch time.

"That's the reason you get bullied? Because your dad used to abuse you?"

"Well, it was because of my dad that I would always feel hopeless... I felt worthless actually. His family too..."

"What about his family?" I asked, turning to her. "Wait, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be asking you that."

"No... it's fine." She whispered. "But I can't really.... answer that right now." She said, clearing her throat, and giving me a weak smile.

"No, no, no. You don't need to tell me these things if you're not comfortable with it." I said, holding onto her hands. "Besides, you're a really good friend of mine. I'll teach you all the self defense I know!" 

"Wow." Shahirah said, as she walked right in. "You're still tying your hijab?" She asked. I nodded, with pins in my mouth. She took all the pins out of my mouth. "What did I tell you about putting hijab pins in your mouth?" She said with anger. 

"Sorry, sorry, sorry. I just didn't know where to put it." I said, shrugging. 

"On the ledge over here? Your jacket? You could have given it to Maryam?" She said, circling me. Maryam nodded with a smile. 

"Okay, mom. Sorry. Next time, I won't do it." I said, grabbing a pin from her and pinning my hijab. "Let's go out today." I said, finally done fixing the super long scarf I was wearing.

"Yeah, it's actually really nice outside." Maryam said. Maryam was definitely a quiet person. That's exactly why whenever she spoke I would get super happy.

"Sure. But where?" Shahirah asked. I grinned. "Let's get a frozen lemonade and go to the part."

"Isn't it too cold for that?" Maryam asked.

"Well, it is still January but my mom sort of made me develop the habit of drinking cold things in winter." I said. "Binyamin and Suwaydah have the same habit too. But it feels refreshing so you should totally try it!" After we got our ice cold frozen lemonades, we went to the park for a bit in the freezing cold.

"Sometimes I think you're deliberately trying to get us both colds." Shahirah mutters.

"Oh, nonesense!" I reply. "This is usually the only thing that calms me down, remember?" Shahirah stops walking and turns to me.