It's Destined

Yasmin

I rush outside after having to stay after school to finish a stupid project, and half of my group didn't show up so I basically worked alone. I sit down at the bus stop tapping my feet impatiently. I stare at the busy street not seeing a bus.

Someone walks up to the bus stop and sits at the opposite side of the bench. I glance over and see a dark brown haired boy looking through his camera. I couldn't see his entire face from where I was sitting. He looks at me and smiles. I look away quickly looking if the bus was coming.

I text my brother by any chance can you pick me up from school, I text holding a tight grip on my phone waiting for him to respond. Can't watching Sadia's kids, he replies. Sadia was my oldest sisters. It was her age 25, Khalil age 20, Me: Yasmin age 18, Ahmed age 15, and Alia age 5. We had a big family but we learn to get along sometimes.

"Excuse me, sister," the boy next to me says. I turn to look at him. "Do you know someone named Khalil?" He questions. I stare at him and nod "my brother... why?" I question looking around. "You look like him," he simply says going back to messing with his camera. "How do you know him?" I ask crossing my arms to my chest.

He looks up at me again. "I met him at the masjid (mosque)" he tells me. I stare at him, I didn't know he was Muslim. I nod. "I'm Tarik," he introduces himself. "Yasmin," I smile looking back for the bus which was taking forever. "Where are you from?" I question. "Yemen," he smiles. I could have simple mistaken him for Hispanic, but I'm not one to judge, and even if he was Hispanic he could of still been Muslim.

I nod. Finally the bus comes, I literally jump up. I get on the bus and stare out the window. I know I should have a car by now but my family already has two cars and it's pointless to get a third. "So, what year are you in?" he questions me. I glance at Tarik who was sitting in front of me. "What?" I question confused by his question. "What year in school?" He questions. I smirk "I'm in 12th grade..." I say hoping I answered his answer. "I'm sorry... America is different, I keep forgetting," he says to himself.

It comes to my stop and I hurry off not wanting to make conversation. I walk a couple blocks to my house. I pull out my keys from my bag and unlock the house. " As-salaamu Alaykum (greeting)," I say walking in. "Wa alaikum As Salaam(in response)," I hear Khalil's voice. I walk into the living room and see Amina sleeping on the floor and Adam sleeping on the couch with his head dangling. I stare at Khalil on the couch. "Where did Sadia go?" I question in shock of the situation. I walk in and fix the kids. I put Amina on the couch and fix Adam's head. "She went somewhere," he says sounding exhausted.

"What exactly happened?" I question. "You know Sadia's kids, they are crazy," he mumbles. I look around "where's Alia?" I question. "She went to bed in her room," he says. I stare at him in disbelief. "You let her go by herself?" I ask my eyes growing wider by the second. He just nods yawning. I roll my eyes and go off to look for her.

"Alia!" I call out her name. I look around the entire house and she wasn't there. "Alia!" I call once more going into the bathroom. I see her sleeping in the bath tub. "Alia," I say picking her up. I don't know what she finds so comfortable about the tub but she seems to like to take her naps in there.

She wakes up right when I put her into bed. "Alia, you need to stop sleeping in the tub," I tell her. She looks up at me with those adorable little brown eyes. "But I like it," she mumbles. "But it's dangerous... I don't want to see you in there," I tell her. Her eyes became watery and she was at the edge of crying. "Go to sleep and I'll give you ice cream later," I tell her. She smiles and pulls her teddy bear.

I walk out of her room and head to my room. I go into my bathroom and wudu(ablution). I put my prayer mat on the floor and pray Duhr, since I sadly missed it. I also pray Asr since it was time. Once I finish I head to the living room to check on the kids and see that Khalil was also sleep. I wake up Khalil so he can go pray.

I get food from the kitchen and head back to the living room waiting for their mother to come back. The doorbell rings and I go to answer, right when I get up Adam starts crying. I pick him up and go to the door. "As salaamu alaykum," Ahmed walks in with dad behind him. "Wa alaikum as salaam," I say letting them in. I shut the door letting Adam down. I walk away and the doorbell rings again.

I open it again. This time it was Sadia and my mom. "salaamu alaykum," I greet them. "Wa alaikum as salaam," they say walking in.I shut the door behind them. I sigh and take a seat in the living room. Amina wakes up like she knew her mom came in. Amina and Adam were both 3. The thing is they look alike but one is a boy and the other is a girl.

I head to my room to do my homework. It took me hours and little kids kept coming into my room and districting me. Every time I kick them out they return. I hear knocking on my door. I open it and it was Khalil. "Dinner," he say. I step out of my room. "Wear your hijab," he insists. I stare at him. "It's only family," I smirk about to walk pass him. "There's a guest... a guy," he says. I roll my eyes and go back to my room and put my hijab on and drag myself downstair staring at the ground.

I sit with my mom, and sisters while the boys sit together since there was a male guest (whoever it is). I eat my dinner not talking to anyone feeling a bit sleepy. I look up to see Alia staring at me. "What?" I ask. "Ice cream," she says in her little adorable voice. I look at my mom that was looking at the both of us. I smile. "You fed her ice cream?" my mom questions. "No, Ma... after dinner, " I smile.

We clean up after eating and Sadia, her kids, and her husband Yusuf leave. I hurry to the TV knowing Pretty Little Liars was about to start. I turn on the TV and get comfortable on the sofa. Right when I changed the channel, the remote is snatched out of my hands. I get up and see Khalil with the remote. "Give it back," I demand. He chuckles and sits down.

He changed the channel to lame soccer game. Don't get me wrong I love soccer but just not right now. I tackle Kahlil for the remote. He would not let it go. He always thinks he can hog the TV. "Kahlil give it back!" I yell. "No," he laughs at my effort on getting the remote back. "Mom," I say, Kahlil then throws me on the couch and gets up. I chase him around the room.

"Kahlil and Yasmin, we have guest," my mom says sounding embarrassed. I look towards the door and see the boy from the bus stop. I forgot his name because I was only half listening to him. I walk pass him and out of the living room embarrassed.