Islamically Connected

Chapter 2 Rejected

It was time to see the moment of truth.
English was next and I began to walk fast and I noticed someone doing the same only to see the jerk. He looks at me and I squint my eyes.

He gives me a smirk and I look straight forward almost running we were both on the same pace.

Suddenly I slow down seeing the two kids dragging the tv trolly across.

Damnit. Our school is so old school.

I will get there first. No matter what.

I sneak up the stairs and run as fast as I can and go back down and I hear footsteps behind me . I reach right before the door but I'm pulled away and the idiot gets in. What a cheater!

"Loser." He scoffs with that smirk again.

"Cheater. Like usual always cheating to win. Anyone can cheat and win but like I say I'm not like you." I say standing in front of the teachers desk.

"Of course you're not. You're a loser."

"Big mouth."I scoff

"Retard."

"Moron!"

"Idiot!"

"Stupid!"

"Stuck up."

"Brat!"

"B*tch!"

"Jerk!"

"Plastic!!"

"Douche bag!"

"Uptight. That's what you are. Your a a plastic stuck up, uptight b*tchy little loser. "

He really crossed the limits this time!

"You're a cold heartless disrespectful arrogant self-centred, mental retard who needs to take rehab and you know what! I Feel bad for your family who has to see your cocky egotistic figure day and night!" I shout.

"You little... Don't you dare talk about my family you skank!" He yells looking furious as ever.

"Then don't go around calling me plastic and b*tchy." I say under gritted teeth. He's even making me swear! Why! I HATE HIS GUTS.

People begin to come in and so does Mr.Danzel

I take a deep breath out and head for my seat and suddenly I fall straight to the ground.

I look up and see the jerk smirking.
"How dare you trip me." I say and his smirk fades.

"That's just the beginning loser." He says pushing past me.

"Don't touch me with your germs!" I mutter and he plants himself down behind my desk with a big smug smile on his face.

I let my evil thoughts out again. Darn!Astaghfirullah Astaghfirullah. Ya Allah give me strength to cool my anger and hate.

Stay patient girl.

-

"You're meeting Bilal!" Yunus shouts barging into my room startling me.

"Yunus you scared me!" I say in a high pitched tone.

"You didn't tell me you're getting married..."

"I'm not. Mama just invited Bilal and his family to come and you better stay away because Maisra is coming.

"Oh come on! Why'd you invite her! I hate showing up in front of your friends man" He groans

"It's only a couple hours" I say rolling my eyes.

"I guess I'll just head out after meeting the family and besides I'm going to the football game." He says scratching his head.

"Oh by the way did you get your test marks?"

"Nope."

"Lazy a** teachers." He mutters and leaves.

Sometimes he's more concerned of my grades than I am.

-

Ayub's POV

"I've been busy." I say and Yunus nods.

"With?"

I hesitate.
"A friend of mine is stressed."

"About what?"

"He has family problems."

"How old is he?"

"19"

"What's your advice?" He asks

"Nothing I have nothing to help him out."

"Tell him to get a cat. Scientifically proven to relieve stress."

"That's not a bad idea " I say.

-
Fatima's POV

"Don't you worry Fatima. Just relax."

"I got this."

"They're calling you in" my dad says and I slouch back into my seat.

"I don't got this" I whine and Maisra pulls me up.

"Go!" She whispers pushing me.

-

I sat there on my bed hurt. I've not yet properly met him. But rejection..That too openly.

Seeing my reflection in the mirror brought rage to me.

Astaghfirullah Astaghfirullah. Be patient. Surely this is a test. I must not let anger get into me.

I'm not beautiful. I'm just a Fatima. I'm not plastic am I? Is the dork right? I've never tried to be someone I'm not. I'm just being me but being myself... How do I be myself? What is myself?

Maybe I should try to become a better person.

Maybe stop nagging my brother is a good start.

I get up and take my hijab off and put it over the mirror. If I change my character it won't fix my appearance.

Now I'm just making this worse. Complaining instead of being grateful. I hate how it's so easy to complain instead of being grateful to Allah.

Alhamdulillah. Alhamdulillah. Alhamduillah.

You're healthy. You have a good family. You have shelter and food. Clean water. Good education. And most importantly I'm a muslim.

"Fatima?" I hear Masira say knocking on the door.

"Yeah come in" I say.

She steps inside shutting the door.

"He didn't seem like a good guy anyway."

"He was fine."

"He's blind and mentally ill Fatima."

"You're  gonna say that cause you're my friend but if - just never mind. Can we just..change the topic." I ask looking down. I don't want to be saddened by a rejection. This is just part of life. But the real suffering is yet to come. How am I to face my family. Getting all the sympathy that I really don't want.

"Fatima just relax okay? This is just- what's up with that?" She asks getting up and pulling my hijab hanging over the mirror.

"N-nothing. Maisra you're not going to tell anyone about this right? Not Shreya, Erica, Sasha."

"Of course not. Why would I? This is about you I'm not gonna go around telling people Bilal's mentally ill" she says making me laugh.

"Well! I gotta go. My dad's out waiting for me."

"Oh...okay then Salam Alaykum!"

"Walaykum Salam" she says walking out.

Relax. Relax. It's gonna be alright. Allah must have something better for me in that case I am grateful. Alhamdulillah. Don't care.

"Fatima? Can I come in?" I hear my mom. Oh no.

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