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Today was absolutely the worst day. I'm not in the mood for uni. I got my matcha spilled all over me, so I had to go back home and change. I came to uni early today, which is very rare for me, and I had to change for the third time.
On top of that, I have three assignments that Mr. Mysterious Professor gave me. It's like he thinks I'm a bot and can finish things on time.
But one thing was for sure, I looked cute today with my brown abaya and white khimar. I made the gloves and niqab brown because it looked cute and it matched the white.
I wore black Nikes and had another matcha in my hand, along with my laptop in my left hand. My shoulders felt dead because I had a leather tote bag around my shoulder with all my notes and books, as well as some essentials like hair ties, patches, headphones, a small mini water bottle, and moisturizer.
Even though I'm covered head to toe, I still need to be moisturized.
I got to class and went to the back where Aisha and I sat every day, but today she was not here because she was sick. I was looking through my Gmail when I sensed someone sitting beside me. I looked over and noticed a petite girl, a hijabi with green eyes that matched her summer dress.
She was wearing a black cardigan and she was absolutely pretty. "As-salamu alaykum," I spoke first. She smiled at me and replied, "Waalaikumsalam."
She sounded so angelic. "I have never seen you around," I said. It was true, I had never seen her before. Is she new? "Oh really? I always smile at you. I'm normally always sitting in the front," she replied. We kept on talking until Mr. Mysterious Professor showed up and the whole class turned quiet.
"There he is," Duniya called from beside me. "What about him?" I asked. Why was she trying to find the teacher? "Oh, did I not tell you? He's my brother and I was looking for him so the class can begin."
The way my mouth dropped, oh my Allah, what is with Mr. Mysterious Professor and his family? They look nothing alike, or they don't even look like family members.
"No way," I said, my hand still covering my mouth that was also being covered by the niqab. The class began, so I started opening my laptop and notebooks. You can even listen to music, but only if you have headphones.
However, you need to hear the subject, so I put my headphones on one ear free. I went to my nasheeds playlist and put on 'Always Be There' by Maher Zain.
Nobody can even debate me about this, he has good nasheeds. The class today was biology. Why do we have to learn biology to be a nurse? I freaking hate it.
