Malika & Halima

6-Pride

Few days passed and Malika was so happy she didn't cross path with Adam. On Friday after they came back from the mosque, they went to the museum. She was so thrilled at the prospect of spending the day with her family, exploring the museum and learning about Moroccan history and culture.

As they walked through the exhibits, Malika was struck by the beauty and richness of her country's heritage. She marveled at the intricate designs of the pottery and textiles, and was fascinated by the stories behind each artifact.

Halima, meanwhile, was drawn to the scientific exhibits, studying the displays on art and law with rapt attention. She made mental notes of the information she learned, eager to apply it to her studies.

As they finished up their tour of the museum, the family gathered in the courtyard for a picnic lunch. They spread out a blanket and unpacked a delicious assortment of sandwiches, salads, and fruit.

As they ate, Mr. Othmane Anas regaled them with stories of his own childhood visits to the museum, and Mrs. Othmane Anas shared her own knowledge of Moroccan history and culture.

The children listened with fascination, eager to learn more about their country's rich heritage. And as they finished up their meal and headed back to the car, Malika couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in her Moroccan identity.

It was a feeling that would stay with her for years to come, reminding her of the beauty and richness of her country's culture. And as she looked forward to her future, she knew that she would carry that sense of pride with her always.

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Weeks later..

Halima

Halima walked into her first class of commercial law, feeling excited to start the first lectures of the new course. But as she looked up at the front of the room, her heart sank. There he was, Muhammad, standing at the podium as their new lecturer.

What the actual hell!

She couldn't believe her bad luck. Of all the lecturers in the university, why did it have to be him? The man who had been involved in her car accident and who she had insulted just a few weeks ago.

Halima tried to push the thought out of her mind and focus on the lecture, but every time she looked up at Muhammad, she felt a twinge of guilt and embarrassment. She couldn't help but remember their last encounter and how rude she had been to him.

As the class went on, Halima found it hard to concentrate on the material. She kept getting distracted by Muhammad's presence and the memories of their previous interaction.

At the end of the class, Halima quickly packed up her things and rushed out of the room, hoping to avoid any awkward conversations with Muhammad. But as she turned a corner, she bumped into him.

"Oh, sorry," she muttered, trying to sidestep him and hurry away.

But Muhammad stopped her. "Halima, wait," he said, his voice calm and friendly.

Halima felt a surge of panic. What did he want? Was he going to bring up their previous encounter and embarrass her in front of everyone?

But Muhammad just smiled at her. "I wanted to say hello and welcome you to my class. I hope you find it interesting."

Halima forced a smile and nodded politely. "Thank you," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

Muhammad didn't seem to notice her discomfort. "I'm looking forward to teaching you this semester," he said, before walking away.

Halima watched him go, feeling a mix of emotions. On the one hand, she was relieved that he hadn't brought up their previous encounter. But on the other hand, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that came with being around him.

Over the next few days, Halima tried to avoid Muhammad as much as possible. She sat at the back of the class and didn't participate in any of the discussions. She didn't want to give him any reason to talk to her or remind her of their previous encounter.

But despite her efforts, Muhammad seemed to be aware of her presence. He would occasionally glance in her direction during lectures, and sometimes he would pause mid-sentence and look directly at her, as if trying to make eye contact.

Halima found this behavior unsettling. She didn't know what he wanted from her, but she knew that she didn't like it.

One day after class, as Halima was packing up her things, Muhammad approached her.

"Hey, Halima," he said, his voice friendly.

Halima felt a surge of panic. She didn't want to talk to him. She just wanted to get out of there and go home.

But Muhammad didn't seem to notice her discomfort. "I was wondering if you had any questions about the material we covered today?" he asked.

Halima shook her head quickly. "No, I'm good. Thanks," she said, before hurrying out of the room.

As she walked away, Halima couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. She didn't know what Muhammad wanted from her, but she knew that she didn't trust him. And she couldn't shake the feeling that he was up to something.

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