Amaya Kenzley
She's young and curious. She's a Christian girl, but trying to follow the steps her friends Latifa & Imaan go.
On her way, she crosses paths with a Muslim boy..
At first, she didn't acknowledge the boy, but after the time flies.. sh...
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We arrive at Latifa's and take our shoes off. "Oh, we're not alone" Latifa mumbles and walks straight to the living room to look who's here.
Imaan leaves right behind her and I follow Imaan from the distance with a lot of bags in my hands.
Yeah they made me carry all bags.
They are bad friends..
Jokes, I love them.
I put the bags in front of the stairs down and walk to the living room. I hear laughing and a lot of male voices, I just recognize Amir's voice.
I walk into it and gasp. They all become quiet and I wave awkwardly at them.
Amir makes a gesture for me, to come next to him. "No, don't tell us that she's your fiancée" one of the boys with long hair that's in a bun gasps shocked.
I can't hold my laugh and start to laugh. "I'm 17, he's to old for me" I hold my stomach and feel my whole body vibrate because of my laugh.
"That's mean, and I was about to propose to you" Amir says, making a hurtful face and I just shake my head. "Ewww, that's cringe" Latifa shouts, making a disgusted face.
"Okay, okay" I breathe in and out, with a grin on my face. "But jokes aside, this is Amaya, Latifa's and Imaan's best friend" Amir finally speaks and the boys nod.
"And this is Milan and Malik" he says pointing towards the boys. Oh, the boy with the bun is Milan who said this funny thing a moment before, and Malik is the quiet boy, he made eye contact with me the first moment I entered the room but then lowered his gaze.
"Okay, if that's sorted out, we need to go" Amir says and Latifa stops him. "No, wait for us. We need to change and then we'll come to the mosque too" She says, literally begging Amir. He sighs and then shrugs.
The girls and I leave the living room, take the bags and run upstairs to Latifa's room.
We close the door and I get out of my clothes, take of my make up and finally make wudu.
I'm walking to the bedroom and look at the clothes. I have two options, I wanted to have colorful abayas so I brought just colored.
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