Take off your Hijab (Rewriting)

What The Hell Is Going On?✅

"Sometimes, just when you think everything is falling into place, it all comes crashing down-hard and fast, leaving nothing but the dust of what you thought was solid ground."

"So What are you guys laughing about?" Amal asks out of curiosity as she sees Ali seated comfortably on Zach's thigh, the two were busy laughing while trying to hide it but they were both bad at it

" The fact that you're still scared of the boogie man," Zach said, chuckling as his laughter grew louder. Amal's eyes narrowed, and she shot him a deadly glare.

"Ha-ha, hardy ha!" she replied with a sarcastic laugh, daring him to keep going. But Zach knew better. He simply flashed her an innocent grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief but his mouth now firmly shut.

Zach, sitting back in his chair, caught his eye, his smirk growing wider. "What's up with you, man?" he asked, an eyebrow raised in that annoying way he had of calling Sam out.

Sam rolled his eyes, but the discomfort in his chest still clung to him. He exhaled sharply, a puff of air through clenched teeth, as though trying to blow away the tension inside. He threw a half-hearted shrug at Zach, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"Nothing much. Just... thinking," Sam muttered, focusing on the soda in his hand to avoid saying anything else. He didn't want to talk about it-not yet.

The conversation shifted, laughter bubbling up from the others. Amal teasing Zach, their usual back-and-forth that felt oddly comforting. But Sam couldn't lose the nagging feeling inside him, a gnawing curiosity about Jamie-what had changed, why she'd walked away.

His leg bounced restlessly beneath him, his fingers tapping nervously against the bottle in his hand. The words were there, right on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't make sense of them. Couldn't figure out why he felt like he was left hanging.

But their little bubble was popped by the sound of Jamie bellowing out Amal's name. Amal sat up, her attention snapping to the stairs as Jamie's voice echoed through the house.

"Amal, I need your help!" Jamie yelled, running down the stairs in a hurry. But as soon as she saw Zach and Sam seated on the couch with Amal opposite them, she faltered for a moment. There was a flicker of hesitation in her eyes, though she quickly masked it with a forced smile. The brief flicker of a smile she offered him didn't reach her eyes. Sam felt a sharp tug in his chest.

He straightened up instinctively, his jaw tightening. He didn't know why her gaze sent a wave of unease through him, but it did. He couldn't even put his finger on it.

Amal, though, took the bait, her attention already moving toward something else. She turned her back on Sam and Jamie, which left Sam standing there, staring at the floor, his hand tightening around the Coke bottle.

"What is it?" Amal asked, her tone laced with concern, though she was still amused by the sudden shift in Jamie's energy. "Nothing, I was just having a life crisis. But never mind me," Jamie said with a dramatic wave, brushing it off. Amal rolled her eyes but stood up, following her into the kitchen, her gaze lingering briefly on Sam and Zach as she passed. Jamie ignored the looks she could feel burning into her back.se, muscles drawn tight, like he was bracing himself for something he didn't quite understand. He clenched his jaw, feeling the frustration rise again. Why did this hurt so much? Why did it matter?.

And then, as if to rub salt in the wound, Amal when Amal returned back to the living room, she gave Sam with a half-teasing grin, oblivious to the tension in his body. "so Any new girlfriends?" she asked, her voice light, trying to shift the energy.

Sam's heart beat a little faster, but not for the reason Amal probably thought. "No, not really," Sam said, though his throat felt tight, the words heavy with something he couldn't quite name. He set the Coke down too forcefully on the table, the bottle clinking sharply.