I reach home in 10 mins. After greeting my mom with a salam and a kiss, I go to my room and lock the door. I am tired. Very tired. Not because of lots of work, but I am more tired emotionally than physically.
I feel bad on leaving Liya suddenly. I think of texting her, but i dont know. Should I or should I not? I think about it for a minute, and finally decide on switching off my WiFi for a few minutes. I guess I will text her later, just not now..
I remove my hijab, tie my hair in a ponytail and lie on the couch in my room. I cover my face with my hands and I just stare at the darkness formed. I think about my life. How did things change? Am I depressed or is it just the sad blues?
I turn back my WiFi on, and I watch some videos in my subscription list. YouTube always distracts me, and in this case it is a good thing as I can think of other things than sadness and gloom and misery, even though I am not all about the sad life. Since I am already on my phone, I decide to text Liya.
"Sorry for the earlier happennings," I send a message.
I have to pray, so I take wudoo and lay out my prayer rug. I wear on a hijab and begin my prayer.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
Damn it, I am trying to pray here.
Beep.
Beep.
OH MY GOD!!
I still try to maintain my khushoo' and after my prayer, I snatch my phone from the table and I see 50 messages in WhatsApp. Did I go famous or what?
As expected, 12 messages DURING my prayer was from Liya, whereas the others were from friends and family.
I open Liya's chatbox.
"It's fine."
"I wish you would tell me what it is though"
"Cant lose you like my"
"Cross that off"
"I did not lose anyone"
"Kay? :)"
"Oh who am i kidding?"
"I just lost my acquaintance to suicide"
"I dont want to lose you like that"
"Talk to me, when you are okay with it"
"See you in school tomorrow"
"And please tell me the maths hw :)"
"Exercise 1.9 Q 5. And i am sorry about your loss. Wish that she had lived longer" I text back. I totally ignore her other messages.
Seeing the time, I proceed to do my homework. After homework, I eat dinner, pray and I go to sleep.
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Diary of a Muslim girl
Teen FictionHello there to the amazing little you who has stumbled upon this book. Naturally, the cover and title is the first thing that attracts a reader to a book, and hopefully I have done a good job on that. But I can telepathically know that you wonder wh...
