Perfectly Imperfect

Begining

"Samirah! You better come down now we're leaving!" The sound of my moms voice when she yelled became routine, and I often found myself wondering when her lungs would finally give out and let me be. I never really liked going to our hometown mosque, and not only because the khutbahs seemed to get longer each time I came, but because I never felt like I belonged in the uptight surroundings I grew up around. The mosque was always full on Friday but seemed to hold empty hearted people. But still, my mom and dad refuse to break apart from our community. "I'm coming I'm coming" I yelled down the stairs only to go back in my room to finish filling in my left eyebrow. I'd never pluck so filling them in is key when trying to have brows on fleek. I quickly grabbed by Mk tote bag and raced down the steps.

"There you go again Samirah, always late. I'm getting really tired of this process you know. You just love to hear your mama shout don't you? You're 18 years old and you need to...." Your hair is showing" my younger sister Laila budded in. " Yeah you need to fix that cause it's not even cute foreal" Camillas twin Jamila added. They've been the most annoying 16 year olds I have known and have always been a handful since birth. " Shutup! I obviously didn't know" I said shooting them both an evil look. I slowly removed my black jersey hijab then properly wrapped it around my head. Camilla then took another look at me while smiling then turned to Jamila. " She still ain't cute." I looked out the window and stuck my arm out the door feeling the breeze run through my fingers. I knew it was gonna be a very long day.

"...Remember brothers and sisters, always make dua. In happy times make dua, and in sad times make dua. Allah is always near and loves the believers who never forget him and his mercy." After prayer there was much socializing taking place with everyone greeting each other, I on the other hand wanted to go home. As I walked towards the exit of the masjid AlRahman, I heard a voice in the back call my name. "Samirah! Samirah!" I turned and found my good friend Aminah coming towards my way. "Hey Salams girl!" I say imbracing her with a hug. "Havent seen much of you in a while, how have you been?" I asked. "Uh, I've been...around. Anyways how has everything been with you? I heard you're almost finished memorizing the Quran." She says to me with a grin. I never really knew what she was implying by her facial expressions. It was always hard for me to figure out with her, she was outgoing, and a little too daring at times which always played a role into her daily life often getting her into much trouble. " Not quite there yet, but soon inshallah" I replied. I had about 23 juzz completed which left me with 7 more to complete. I was never really into discussing my accomplishments with people. I find my self always changing the topic when it came to things like that. Luckily Aminah changed it for me. "So what are you doing tomorrow night she asked with her green eyes dazzling. I Always thought she was beautiful. She was slim, but still had meat on her bones in the right places just like me. She had beautiful long silky hair dark as night and was always dressed up, even at jummah with a gray silky hijab and a Moroccan styled Abayah she had got from her native land. "Umm no I don't think I'll have anywhere to go I said". "Yes that's great! I wanna go out to eat with you and a couple other friends in Landoff at night, about 45 minutes away. I could pick you up if you want I got a new ride" she told me in an excited high tone. Before I could even think, I found myself already agreeing, being just as happy as she seemed. Going out with Aminah and others is just what I thought I needed. Finally a day to just chill and socialize without my family in my ears. " yeah I'm def in! Can't wait" I said.

We got home about 30 minutes later. My face felt like it was melting from June's heat and I forgot to set my makeup with Mac fix plus earlier on that day. The day just seemed to be going too fast for me to keep up. "So I was talking to brother Samir's wife and she told me about a quran class being offered in the masjid every Friday night" my mom said. Oh no I thought. Why would I need to go to Quran class again?? And who the hell thinks to make a class on a Friday night out of all nights. The thought of how wrong I thought It was for some reason made me hotter and more annoyed as a whole. " But why? I have been doing a good job memorizing alone so far!" I whined laying my head on the dining room table. She then comes towards me. " Well you been slacking, ....oh, and classes start tonight honey".