It Came With A Reason (Islamic Story)

Chapter 1 - Why Me?

Chapter 1 - Why Me?

"Fighting has been enjoined upon you while it is hateful to you. But perhaps you hate a thing and it is good for you; and perhaps you love a thing and it is bad for you. And Allah Knows, while you know not." [Qur'an 2:216]

Zarina's POV

"GET UP, ZARINA! MOMMY'S MAKING PANCAKES WITH HASH BROWNS AND EGGS! HURRY UP SO WE CAN EAT TOGETHER AS A FAMILY! YOU HAVE TO GET TO SCHOOL TOO!" My 6 year old brother, Malik, was shaking me with his tiny little hands. He can be so loud when he feels like it. Which happened to be right now.

"Okay, I'm coming." I respond, still under the sheets. I had a killer headache and I really didn't feel like talking to anybody right now.

"Okay!" He happily went out of my room to someplace else, closing the door behind him.

I rubbed my face with my hands hoping to get some of the sleepiness out.

I turned my body over, messing up the bed sheets in the process, and reached for my phone which was just inches away from my fingertips. Why does it have to be so far away?

With much effort I finally managed to grab it.

Oh drat, didn't Malik say there was school today? My body tenses, prepared to go in panic mode. When the lock screen turned on it said that, thankfully, it was Sunday.

"Alhamdulilah." I muttered.

Oh my God! I can't believe he messed with my head!

I swear, that little boy is in big trouble.

I trudged to the bathroom and took care of my business.

As I was brushing my teeth, I stared at myself in the mirror. I looked at my tan skin. I looked at the small dark bags under my hazel brown eyes.

That's what I get for staying up late at night on my phone.

I didn't have super thick long eyelashes, instead I had thin medium length lashes. Not that bad I guess.

I saw the little pimples on my forehead and the new ones on the side of my face. I'm so happy my hijab can cover that! The perks of wearing hijab.

And you know what? My eyebrows though were naturally ON FLEEK! Ayeee.

Okay I think I've stared at myself enough in the mirror for today.

When I finished brushing my teeth and making Wudhu I walked out feeling refreshed, but still tired. I threw a jacket over my t-shirt and slipped my phone into one of my pockets. I slid on some slippers and headed down the hall towards the kitchen.

"Asalammu Alaykum, Zarina habibti!" My mother says with a warm smile.

"Walakum Asalam, Mummy." I walked over to her and we embraced each other with a warm hug.

Yeah, you heard me. I said mommy. Hey, you do it too, don't deny it.

"Hi, Zinny!" Malik smiled with hash browns stuck in his teeth. I would have been disgusted, but he's my little brother. My cute, sweet, adorable brother. If anything, those hash browns made him more cuter than he already was.

"Malik, why did you tell me there was school today?" I asked.

"'Cause I know that you wouldn't get up any other way. Sowwy." He shrugged with his hands out and continued to eat.

Okay, forget about Malik getting in big trouble. He was just to sweet. He, somehow, always finds a way into my heart.

I opened the cupboard and grabbed a plate and filled it to the max with gorgeous, amazing food.