A Journey with the Devil Himself

In which they're saved

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Rania's pov

I wake up with a grunt and the meet the harsh rays of the sun above. Yawning, I stretch out my back and raise my hands up and outwards in a very awkward position. My hands fall on top of my head and I gasp when I feel the strands of my dark brown wavy hair.

I look towards where Maaz was sleeping and breathe a sigh of relief when I spot him still laying there with his back to me, snoring lightly.

I take the rest of my scarf off and sigh when I feel how oily and disgusting it has gotten. A lot of people think hijabis don't care about their hair, seeing as they have it covered most of the time, but to me hygiene for your hair is important. Even if no one but my family can see it.

As soon as we get home, hopefully soon InshAllah, the first thing I'm going to do is wash my hair.

I quickly realize that my hairs still uncovered and Maaz could wake up any second, I run my fingers through it a few more times before putting it back in its bun and under my scarf securely not even bothering to make sure it looks good and isn't lumpy.

After a few seconds I eventually pat it down and fix it up a bit, for a reason that's unknown to me.

I feel my stomach rumble and realize that I haven't ate anything except for a mango and a granola bar last night, looking in my backpack I frown at the contents, all junk food. My stomach calls again and I decide to just eat a bag of chips.

The saltiness of them, early in the morning too, have me wanting to spit them out but I continue eating them. Never knew I would be actually saying this but I miss Laith's attempts at cooking, his burnt meatballs and undercooked spaghetti seems way more delighting then this.

I let Maaz sleep for a few more minutes before throwing my backpack at him to wake him up, he mumbles out something that isn't hearable before falling asleep again.

Sighing I take one of my shoes off and throw that at him, it hits him right in the shoulder and he sits up with a growl. He throws the shoe back but I catch it with a smirk and put it back onto my foot. He rolls his eyes, and stretches his arms like I did a few minutes ago. His shirt raises a bit but I avert my eyes before he can start picking at me about looking at him and how I should take a picture because it would last longer.

He lays back down but keeps his eyes open as he says, "so did you think about what we're going to do?"

I shrug, aware he can't see me but still doing so, "sort of," I say picking at the specks on my shoe.

He turns onto his side and stares me in the eyes, "well what sort of did you think up off?"

"We could make a like a make-shift raft sort of thing and you could drag me, halfway and ill limp the rest?" I suggest, saying the first thing that popped into my mind.

He seems to be thinking about it and in the end says, "that could work, the sand isn't hard and it'd be easy to pull you, the fact you're like a twig would help," he says with a chuckle and I roll my eyes with a smile, " okay let's do it, but what should we make it out of and what's for breakfast, I'm starving."

I grab his small bag from where it was laying beside me and throw it to him, he groans producing a smashed up saran wrapped sandwich. it looks to be a bit rotting too with the heat, which Maaz notices and says," great now its spoilt," he sighs and grabs the bag of chips from my outstretched hand.

"I have three more granola bars, two more chip bags and one water bottle, what do you have?" I ask, deciding its best to see how long our food supply will last.