Take off your Hijab (Rewriting)

So Wont you say thank you? ✅

Third persons POV

  "We always say to others do not judge a book by it's cover, but isn't that what we end up doing ourselves?, does it make it okay because it is us doing it this time?, such are the ways of my fellow creatures"

Upon walking out of the house and over to where the cars were parked, Zach opens the door of his car before throwing his backpack in the back seat carelessly, afar which he goes on to connect his aux cord to his before speeding out the big gates of his home, literally his home.

Zach usually enjoyed driving around town for a few minutes and even hours before going to school everyday. It gives a kind of peace of mind that he can't even explain, it also gives him enough time to iron out and rearrange his thoughts, enough time to think about life as a whole without having others breathing down on his neck 24/7, i mean don't get him wrong, he knows his family only worry about him because they care but sometimes, it all just feels like a little too much, i mean, it's obvious that they were trying way too hard to make him not feel his loss at each turn, but then again he couldn't help but to worry about them in return, even though they never complaints to him, forget about how feels, he worries about things like; what about Samantha, she was also dealing with her loss, why couldn't they focus on healing themselves too...this is something that personally burdens him.

That and also because he struggles with insomnia during so and hates lying awake at home, as much as he loved the people that occupied that space with him, he found the place he called home to be awfully suffocating sometimes, regardless of the fact that it was large in size...

Sometimes sizes meant nothing trust him to know, he has grown up living in large spaces, not once did he feel like he wasn't able to breathe properly...but that feeling just became worst and intense over the recent years...but that was a secret that he is currently more than willing to take to his grave, especially after knowing everything that his grandma and his sister had sacrificed in other to make that unnecessary large space, similar to a home, just for him.

His car sped down the empty streets while he was staring at nothing in particular, until his eyes came across the sight of a cemetery, one that he knew so well making him stop his car for a minute.

he slowly opened the door of his car and stepped out of his car while staring at the gate finally thinking to himself, why not?.

He slowly started to make his ways towards the gates and that was when his phone blared loudly before he could say the word blink he was unknowingly throwing the device unto the ground in fright.

after looking around to see that no one an no source of danger was out there but rather it was just his phone ringing, he then lets out a groan, before picking up his phone, without glancing at the callers Id, he clicks on the answer notification.

"Hello" he says sounding out of breath making Sam frown on the other side of the line.

"Sup man, why do you sound so out of breath?" Sam asks curiously.

"B-Because I think i just killed someone" Zach stammers jokingly he knew just how dramatic his best friend can be.

"W-what?" Sam stutters trying to appear calm but failing to do so horribly.

"Oh c'mon Sam, I was only kidding!, I was about to walk into a cemetery before you called and scared the shit out of me, I guess my stupid ringtone was actually what scared me" Zach states with a laugh making his friend let out a chuckle in disbelief, Yeah that sounds like something Zach would do or put himself through alright.

"And like always, I still only have one question and that is just simply, Why?" Sam says while zipping his backpack.

"Because I was bored, anyways what's up?" Zach states in a bored tone.