I. Sae x [Y/n] | Muslim girl AU

Chapter 2°•°•°

(A/n) : I just remarked that I didn't change the name 'Deena' to [Y/n] in the end of chapter 1 💀 sorry for the mistake. I first had wrote it for my friend so it's her name. But I'm too lazy to change it so it'll stay like that.
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ೋ | The next morning, the sun streamed through the windows of [Y/n]'s new home, casting golden beams over the still half-unpacked boxes that lined the hallway. Her room was a simple one for now as it gave her a view of their new garden on the right side and also the window next to her supposed neighbor's kid.

[Y/n] woke up to the sound of her parents talking cheerfully in the kitchen, the air carrying a sweet aroma that made her small nose twitch with curiosity. She rubbed her eyes and wandered into the kitchen, clutching Besmah, the teddy bear still in her cute panda pyjamas and her hair in a mess, to find her mother arranging trays of sweets and pastries.

Her mother looked up and smiled. "Assalam alaikum, habibti" (I swear it feels so weird to write these, not in a bad way but you understand I think ?), she said warmly, leaning down to gently kiss [Y/n]'s forehead.

"We have something special to do today. We're going to visit our new neighbors and say hello, like we do back home. It's good manners to greet them, okay ?"

[Y/n] nodded sleepily. She knew that her parents often reminded her of the importance of being kind to neighbors and strangers, a value that came from their Islamic faith. Her mother always said that kindness was like a bridge— it brought people closer, even when they were different. Today, that kindness was going to be in the form of sweet cakes and treats.

Her father was at the counter, carefully wrapping plates of small cakes and pastries with delicate paper, tying each bundle with a piece of ribbon. He smiled down at [Y/n]. "Do you want to help, [N/n] ?"

[Y/n]'s eyes brightened, even though her idea of helping usually meant eating more than she contributed. She climbed up onto a stool beside her mother, watching with wide eyes as her mother carefully drizzled chocolate over a fresh batch of cookies. [Y/n] dipped her small fingers into a bowl of chocolate when her mother wasn't looking, licking it off with a cheeky grin.

"[Y/n] !" Her mother scolded as she saw the little girl eating the chocolate, her hands on her hips.

"Not my fault, it's chocolate, mama !" She responded with a small mischievous chuckle. (Just imagine they're talking in Arabic, I'm too lazy to do it.) Her mother just sighed softly at her antics, looking at her cute little girl fondly.