Losing Her Faith

Chapter Three

(Photo of Aminah and Aliyah,imagine them with hijab.)

The next morning I woke up my mom told me it that we're going to Aunty Fouzia's  house in the evening,since it's the weekend,so she invited us for dinner. Aunty Fouzia  is my moms best friend and we go to her house at least two times a month for dinner and four times for meeting her. She's married and has three daughters and one son who's three years old,and a total troublemaker ,but he's absolutely adorable. My dad was off from office so he was going to spend the day with us,and then go with us to Aunt Fouzia's house. "Assalamualaikum papa,mama,."Walaikumassalam"they both replied. I said Salam to my siblings and then we ate. I think my mom is the best cook in the world her omelette is the best ,and whenever my dad is home she takes that. After breakfast we decided that we should go to Roseville Galleria and also to the other places there, everybody agreed. Stonybrook is one and a half hour far from Roseville so my mom packed sandwiches and my little siblings got their DS' s. My brother and I had Iphone's so we didn't have to worry about that. I did wudu so I could read quran in the car on my phone, then I texted my friends Aminah and Farah. Farah said she was at the mall buying some clothes, unlike me Farah is totally into clothes I just wear my hijab, niqab, and burqa but Farah wears cute, beautiful, and modest clothes. Aminah, Farah, and me are a best friend trio. We call ourselves AlMiFa. Basically our three names together. Farah is a confident, and beautiful girl, who's like the sunshine. She doesn't wear a niqab but she does wear the hijab. Aminah is a slightly insecure girl who thinks she's ugly but actually she's pretty too. She's really quite the only time she's loud is when she's with me and she gets excited and sqeals or screws, or does both. Aminah is more like me and she wears what I do. Farah could be one of those  popular, snobby, girls who's parents are really rich.  Farah ' s family is rich but she's not snobby or mean at all. The only reason she's not popular is blc she wears the hijab so people stay away then. But we all blend in pretty well. When we reached Roseville Galleria immediately my little sisters and brothwr started begging my parents to go to the bungee jumping place. So first we took them there then we went to different stores and sometimes I wear modest American clothes so I got some dresses from their and some pants to go along. Of course my sisters brought a million clothes, ok maybe I'm exaggerating but you get the idea. Then it was 4:00 and even though we were going to Aunt Fouzia's house at 6:30 it wold take one and a half hour to get to our home and then probably another half hour to get ready, so we left, when we got home I immediately jumped out from the car to get ready, when I go to to school or shopping I wear my ibaya but when I go to a friend's house I wear shalwar kameez, our traditional clothes. Then we got their and we went in and immediately were hugged by Aunt Fouzia, she's a big hugger. Then she told us we could go upstairs until the food is served, my brothers state down since they only have a three year old son, not  a one their age? But me and my sisters went upstairs Aunt Fouzia's daughters ate the same age as us, so Fatima the oldest one took me in her room and shut the door. Fatima is really nice and modest. We started talking about school and then it was time to eat dinner, which was delicious.  Honestly, I dont know what I'd do without food. Its my favorite thing in the world. Then it was time to go home we all were exhausted from shopping so we prayed and immediately went to sleep, I didn't even need Maher Zain's Nasheeds to make me sleep.                                                                             Hey guys, since I only have one reader I'm thinking of deleting this book so pls tell if I should or not, and I'd you're reading this book can u pls msg your friends and followers on Wattpad to read this book , if I get three readers that show themselves then I will not delete it.                                           Love,

Sara.