Dua's P.O.V
As I wake up in the morning the first thing I do is pray Fajr. After praying Fajr I get dressed and go downstairs and have some cereal. Don't get me wrong I'm not the type of girl to eat salads and cereal to maintain my figure and stuff, to be honest I'm not even thin. I have an average height and weight.
If you are wondering why am I dressed up this early in the morning, well Sahar texted me last night.
"Dua, since you couldn't make it yesterday we are all meeting up at Starbucks tomorrow morning sharp at 7.... I'll be waiting along with Ifra and Shanaya. And the treat is all your babez " - Sahar ♡
This everyone is my best friend, now I have to even pay for their drink to make it up to them. Such drama Queens I tell you.
Well for those who are wondering who Ifra and Shanaya are well they are my closest friends but not my best friends. As annoying as Sahar can be at times well she is the only one who completely understands me.
Now that I'm all set I leave the house and walk to Starbucks. I don't have my licence as I'm only 17 . Sad life I know but I am still thankful for everything Allah has done for me, Alhamdullilhah. I've seen people often complain just because they aren't pretty enough , tall enough or for some lame reasons like that. We don't realize that Allah made us and being his creation itself is way too much to be thankful to him for. Also we don't realize that alhamdullilhah we are given nice homes and nice families and schools , I could keep going on but instead of being thankful we always keep wishing for more . There are people in this world who don't have the basic necessities of human beings and here we keep asking for more. We humans can never get enough.
There used to be a time when I used to be like this too until the day when I realised that there is always going be someone more prettier than me, someone smarter than me, and better than me in every possible way. I can't do anything but be thankful to Allah for this wonderful life that he has blessed me with.
Lost in my own thoughts I finally reach Starbucks and guess what I'm early . I can't believe this first she calls me sharp 7 and she herself is not here. I quickly take out my phone and text her on our whatsapp group chat.
"Where in the world are you? You do realize that calling me at 7 am and not coming here at time is not the right way if punishment for me ." - Dua
"Dude calm down we are coming. My brother isn't letting me out of this house. Wht to do?? " -Sahar ♡
"Just get out somehow. Ughh you guyz are so annoying ." - Dua
"I see you hun !!!" - Ifra
"I'll be over in 2 mins" - Shanaya
"You guyz can't have a reunion without me. HOLD ON !!!" - Sahar ♡
"Shush hun. Your presence is not needed anymore.. " - Dua
"Hella gurlll . Did you miss me" Ifra asked .
"Ummm maybe" I winked, smirking.
"Hellooooo my dolls" yelled Shanaya. Well you see Shanaya and Sahar resemble each other a lot.
"Jeez! Calm your hormones girl , it seven freaking a.m in the world " I said.
"Hellooo????" - Sahar ♡
"Umm I repeat 'hellooo'..." - Sahar ♡
"Are you guys srsly ignoring me right now?" - Sahar ♡
"Fy9 whatever , Allah is watching" - Sahar ♡
We all laughed at her poor soul struggling. After that we ordered our drinks and had a lovely chat.
We spoke about various different topics. Ifra had just returned from the city of love : PARIS. She told me all about her trip and she started talking about this guy she met in Paris who was ridiculously good looking. Ya Allah give her shifa so that she can fall back on the track of Islam.
As for Sahar well she came after half an hour , still pissed about the fact that we ignored her.
Well after that we all went to school and started discussing about the upcoming exams. Well now that exams are coming up soon I have to start getting prepared . This is officially my last year of school, as exited I am it is saddening that this wonderful journey if school is finally over.
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ARMAAN P.O.V.
"Hey babe. Wanna come over today?" Rachel.... um no wait Riya .......or was it Roshni..... um who the hell cares asked me.
I looked down to her. She was a wearing shorts and a yellow slanky top. EWWWWW!!!!!!
"Umm nope . Bye babe better luck next time" I replied smirking
"I'll be waiting" she replied flattering her eyelashes . Desperate girls don't give up do they?
Let me tell you something about me. I am Armaan Shaikh , aka the school player. Well playing with girls is my style and being the foolish self's they are don't even realize I'm playing with them. My best friends are Izhaan and Azher. Well Izhaan is a woman's man like me but my dear friend Azher isn't like us. He is very relegious, although I don't understand what he will gain by that. I mean religion seriously ?? WHAT THE HELL !!!
As for now I'm heading towards my detention class. I really don't understand school, I mean you are given detention for speaking up for the truth.
My English professor asked me whether why didn't I do my homework and I just replied saying I didn't feel like it. And he basically kicked me out of class for being rude. Was I rude ??
Anyway I'm glad I'm going St.Mary college in a month. Hopefully I'll be out of this place called hell (Aka school).
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I didn't want to make Armaan a guy so against relegion but that's how the story goes. Hopefully you will like it.
Inshallah I'm still learning. Please comment and vote.
-justamuslimgirl123 ❤ ❤
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