"About Yunus, I think he's into you Samirah. Actually, I KNOW he's into you" Aminah said starting the car. We said our goodbyes and left around 10:30. Harim the brat had gotten a new plate of steak, and since then dinner went smoothly for the rest of the night.
"I know" I answered bluntly while buckling my seatbelt. At this point, I had enough of Yunus and his crap and couldn't wait to just go home. " I really don't like him, and his looks don't help the situation either" I assured Aminah. She smiled slickly and looked at me for a second, then looked back on the road. "You two would be cute together you know, it would be nice if me, you, Harim, and Yu....." I completely cut her off before she could say another word. " Aminah you know I don't do those things, and you shouldn't be either. What if you guys don't end up getting married? He'd easily be able to find someone at any age, time, and anywhere. But how about you?" I said. I really want the best for Aminah and felt the need to let her know. Majority of the guys that date only have them for a few months then drop them. Sad but true. Unfortunately Aminah had already fallen for that trap. "This is a different feeling, I tell you all the time Samirah. He loves me, and respects me. We are definitely gonna get married inshallah just wait on it" she insisted. " If he truly loves you as you claim, he would've married you by now, and not allow you to keep sinning" I assured. Deep down I felt bad for her. She sees a relationship in the future and Harim only saw it in the present. Silence then came in the car the whole ride home, only it wasn't awkward. I told myself to remember mentioning Aminah in my Duas tonight.
"Oh snap! You brought back food can I have it"? My sister Laila asked opening the door for me. As usual, whenever I bring food back she's the first to ask. "Share with Jameelah" I said plainly leaving the food on the kitchen table. Jameelah then came running towards the kitchen. They began to feast asif they haven't seen food for days.
I made my way upstairs a couple minutes later walking with no energy dragging one foot after the next, after the next. My mother seemed to be asleep already which I had expected and my father wasn't home. I took my hijab of slowly, unwrapping each layer Removing the safety pin from the bottom. I then changed into my pajamas and threw my prayer garment over my head. After I had finished praying I debated in my head whether I should stay up longer for a quick workout or not. Laziness eventually conquered and I decided to get in my bed. I couldn't help but think of tonight. Samirah being in love, Harims disrespect and careless behaviors throughout the night, and of course Yunus and his attitude in general. At times I felt alone even though I was amongst 6 other people and the vibe I got from this specific group wasn't the right vibe for me. It's great to have fun, especially when you're young. Life is too short to not enjoy. But at the same time living life without a boundary is what gets me. Did we think of god even once during all the laughs? Did we correct each other when we misspoke? Did we even budge when the Athan called from our phones? No we didn't. We turned them off instead. All of these thoughts gathered in my head only to make me disappointed in myself as well as the others. We all where blessed with a proper islamic education, but it felt like when it was time to implement what we've learned into our daily life, we went numb and seem to have forgot. When I managed to find my way out of my thoughts, I pulled up a mufti Menk lecture on my phone and started listening until I fell asleep.
*beep beep beep beep* my alarm clock for Fajr came in and it felt like I just fell asleep. I stayed on my bed a few more minutes until I finally pushed myself to get up and out of bed. I then made my way to the twins room to wake them up as well. " Laila, Jameelah, it's fajr time you gotta get up"I said with a louder voice than usual. After some time trying to wake them up it was only Laila who had successfully risen. Jameelah on the other had was still on her bed as she does every morning waiting to pray when she saw fit. "Jameelah" I said again this time louder than before. "JAMEEALAH" I shouted shaking her. Either she was dead or she was being stubborn because with the way I shook her, she still seemed to be "Asleep". I was aggravated and made my way back to the bathroom. I filled a medium size cup with cold water all the way to the top specially for her. I then made my way to the room and dumped all of the water on her. She jumped up quickly and then started to yell at me. "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU SAMIRAH? THIS ISNT COOL AT ALL" I noticed her voice sounded clear with no rust from sleeping . I then gave her a quick slick smile and turned to face her directly.
" Prayer is betta than sleep hun <3"
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Perfectly Imperfect
SpirituellesThis story is about an 18 year old Muslim Girl named Samirah who comes from a very strong islamic background. She later on finds a guy strongly on the deen named David who converted to Islam looking for a possible wife in the nearby future. He later...
