The Muslim News Reporter

Chapter 1

"Ashh Khadjaaa!" I yelled as I continued shaking my head aggressively, trying to suck the water out of my poor ears. "Hahaha, Oh lord you should have look at your face. Wallah!" She said laughing uncontrollably, her whole body moving, her shoulders shrugging up and down, and my ears hurting me from her poisonous laugh. 

"Ugh, Wallah I'm not going to spare you!" I stood up from my poor wet bed that's covered with socking wet cold water and ice that's melting slowly in the sheets and pillows. As soon as she saw me getting up, she ran and headed straight for the door closing it on my face. I opened it as fast as I could and chased after her into the hallway.

This girl hmm? She thinks that she's slick, well I will show her indeed whose slick. "Just watch!" I said pointing my finger at her. She drops the bucket on the floor accidentally and I trip over it. "Ouch!" I yelled whining. "My hands." I rolled off from my stomach and sat down on the floor rubbing my hands that fell hard on the ground. She stops running and gasps. 

"MOMM!" I yelled. "Okay, Okay, please keep quite." She said as she bend and lowered her knees onto the floor next to me. Wait for it, wait for it. And yes, that's my inner voice speaking to me, I'm trying to emotionally blackmail my childish younger sister. 

Watch how she falls into your trap. ATTACK!!!! She saw me coming at her and looked at me twice. I jumped on her like a lion jumping on a deer. Eww right? Yeah I know . I sat on her with all my force and refused to get up. 

"Akhii, Your going to kill me!" "So?" "Come on, get of off me your hippo." "You do realize that that's just going to make me wanna sit on your longer right?" "Ufff. Get off!" she said trying to push me of off her. "Nope. I told you to stop waking me up like that you just don't listen." "Okay, okay. I promise I'll never do it again." "Say wallah." "Omg, I'm going to die before I get married Ya Allah." 

"I still don't hear wallah." " Wallah." I got of off her and stared at her red pale face. She started breathing heavy. I don't blame her, she's really skinny she's 89 pounds. Subanallah and i'm 124 so yeah I really did hurt her but at least she learned her lesson. I looked at my Pj's and saw how dirty and dusty they have became.

"Alhaan? Why are you still doing here?" I looked up and saw Ismael standing by the door's entrance. Me? Why is he concerned about me? What is he doing here? Shouldn't he be at home with his children and wife? And noo, don't get me wrong, his my elder brother but his not old. His 25 years old and when I mean children I mean his baby twins. "Don't call me that name." 

I said walking up to him whipping the dirt of my Pj's. That name, I despise it. I don't like it at all. Why you might ask? Well because that name reminds me of someone who partly ruined my life. He claimed that he liked- liked? no lovedd me! 

Talking about how his going to marry me in the future. He followed me everywhere and embarrassed me! I never told him my real name though. And that's where Alhaan came from. I told him that my name is Alhaan. And he has been calling me that for years! Nasty creep.

"You better go get dressed or else your going to be late." Ismael said ignoring my complain. Wait Work? I completely forgot that I had work. I stanched the phone from his hands and glanced at the phone's time. Ya Allah I'm so late!" I said rushing to the stairs.

 "Wait! Give me my phone!" he yelled. I turned around and threw it. He smirked when he caught the phone. I saw Khadja rolling her eyes as she pushes him. "Move." She says sticking her blue colored tongue out at him. 

"Go watch your mouth nasty. Who eats Ice cream in the morning?" He said pushing her gently to the bathroom as she wines. I turned around and accidentally bumped into Umm. She gasp "Jannah? What are you still doing here?"