Converting to Islam

Chapter 25

A/N: HELLO MY BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE! SO - here it is, my update!! Thank you sooo soo soo soo sooo sooooooo much for all your beautiful comments I love reading them and they make me feel happy and give me this warm fuzzy feeling inside kinda like how it feels when you eat a delicious chocolate cream cake (and thats really saying something since food is like my #1 love... Just joking im not weird pls)
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A month passes by without me realising it. After 5 months of being a muslim the concept of praying 5 times a day is no longer a challenge for me. I have begun to accept the uncomfortable stares I receive everywhere I go due to my Hijab, along with the snarky comments from Tyler every now and then. I try my best to avoid him. My dear friend Fatimah, who I have now grown even more close to, has offered me to come stay at her small apartment whenever I feel the need to, therefore most of my time is spent there, far from Tyler. Of course I am very grateful for everything she has done for me, yet for some reason every time I look at her I can't help thinking of Daniel and what he said about her. Somewhere in my heart there is a pang of jealousy, which is then later followed by a pang of guilt. It still amazes me how I haven't managed to forget about Daniel.

Everyday he seems to become more and more beautiful. Each day it seems that his skins becomes more and more luminous, sometimes it hurts to even look at him. His large eyes seem to become more and more full of purity that just a glance at them can fill your heart with everlasting hope. Then theres his smile... Oh his smile which comes without any warning, erupting onto his face to produce little creases in his moon shaped eyes. Theres no girl who can resist him, yet no girl who can grab his attention.

The worst thing about it however is that every time I look at that perfect face of his, I immediately notice the large scar running like spider legs from the top of his forehead to the top of the bridge of his nose. The scar that Tyler gave to him. The scar that I was part of. The red mark looks out of place on his innocent face - looking as prominent as a red rose in a field of white roses - it's clear that it shouldn't be there. The worst part is that Tyler doesn't care... In fact - he's proud of it.

Not a hint of remorse is evident in his tone or actions. Whenever the event from a month ago is mentioned he speaks with no shame, rather than that he speaks as if the scar on Daniel's face is a trophy that he won from the Olympics.

Yes, Tyler has always been odd. Then again odd is not the right word to state it with... I'd say different. However these days his unusual behavior has increased to a point that it's out of control. He spills constant lies with such comfort it can believed he is speaking the truth. He acts like he is in control of me, of my life and still pursues his proposition of marriage. Luckily it was postponed after begging my parents for hours on end to the point that they finally accepted to prolong it. Meanwhile I have been trying to stay as far away from Tyler as possible. His actions have become more violent than ever, and failing to comply to his needs is all it takes to set him into a bad mood. Unlimited number of times he has tried to convince to me how Islam is not good for me, and when I would try to explain to him the truth he would be quick to get angry. Then later he would calm down and pull out his charms and usually with a few complements or a "I love you" he would pretend as if he didn't do anything wrong at all.

Thankfully, Tyler hasn't managed to hit me yet since the last time. This is because of me staying away from him and also because of Fatimah always being there to protect me with the amazing strength. Thats one of the reasons Tyler hates Fatimah - she's stronger than him. Two other people that he hates are Daniel and Finley. Whenever Fatimah happens to not be around they always help me since they know whats going on between us. I must admit that neither of them are stronger than Fatimah, but still I appreciate their help.

Today it's the first day of spring. Usually the word spring has connotations of a positive and bright atmosphere in which flowers are blooming and birds are singing, people are laughing and whatnot. Well...I guess that description is true in a way; nature does seem fairly happy. Me, on the other hand, am not so happy, due to the fact that the assessment mark that I just received isn't quite what I had expected. In fact, it's terrible. I groan as I remember how prepared I was for it, by revising all my notes and making sure I know everything completely as I usually do. The only thing that went wrong was my lack of sleep the night before; I had to stay in the same house as Tyler since Fatimah's cousin had visited her and she needed the extra bed. As usual things didn't exactly go well between us and I ended up staying up late because I couldn't sleep while listening to the loud booming rap music coming from the stereo in his room.

"You do realise that this is all your fault," I sneer at Tyler, who is sitting on the couch in the living room.

"Why? What did I do?" he says feigning innocence so well its hard to believe he did anything wrong in the first place.

"You know very well what you did Tyler. I told you to turn that damn music down, but you didn't!"

"What do you mean? You never told me that. If you did I would have Amber," he says while staring straight into my eyes like he usually does. The way he can stick to constantly staring into them creeps the hell out of me and makes me feel uncomfortable.

His response makes me scoff. As usual, he is lying.

I get lost in my own thoughts as he kicks his feet up onto the coffee table and turns on the TV. I start to think about how I'm going to deal with getting my parents to cancel our marriage. Actually marrying Tyler is out of the question of course; not only just the thought of him makes me sick, but also it is not permitted to marry a non-muslim in Islam. Therefore I start thinking of my plan: how can I prove to my parents that Tyler is bad?

While I am in my thoughts my mobile phone rings. I fish it out of my pockets and am about to answer it, but before I can Tyler suddenly snatches it out of my hand and declines the call. He throws it over his shoulder and it clatters onto the hard floor. I stare at him in shock while he just continues watching TV as if nothing happened.

"What?" He says as he turns to look me in the eye. "It wasn't anyone important. It was just Fatimah."

"Fatimah is my friend," I splutter. "She is important!"

He stares blankly without emotion at me when I say this. "Stay away from her. She's not good for you. The same way Islam isn'--"

I get up from my seat, I have heard this a thousand times before. I walk over to my phone to pick it up and call Fatimah back, but as I leave to enter my room I hear a word slip under Tyler's breath.

"Bitch."