#41 in Spiritual 2/3/17.
Religion. It's a big part of you. Some would say that religion is basically who you are.
All her life Amira has been told who she is. What she is.
A Muslim girl.
But the more she learns about her religion the more she r...
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As Monday rolled around, the sense of impending doom at the back of my head took over.
College.
I'm excited and nervous and quite hysterical. I just want to get through the next four years with my sanity in tact and an honor's degree in my hand. I mentally prep myself before getting out of bed- it's 7 am- I can hear the shower running which means Seid is already up, which means I'm probably late.
Jumping out of my warm bed I give it one last longing glance before stuffing empty notebooks and new pens in the bag my mother bought me.
A knock sounds from inside the bathroom door, "Done," Seid's voice calls out and I wait five minutes before going in.
This knocking system was his idea- seeing as he's always up before I am, he just knocks on the door to tell me he's done to avoid any future embarrassing situations.
Things with him are- okay. We don't hate each other and it's not as awkward as it was before, he left for his friend's Saturday night and probably came back last night. He always leaves a note, telling me where he is and when he'll be back, I think he gets that it eases me in some ways.
I hate disappearances. I hate when people leave unannounced. Yell at me, fight with me- I don't care but I can't take it when someone walks out on me.
And I'm glad Seid understand that.
Done with the quick and painfully cold shower, I blow dry my hair and put lip gloss and mascara on- which is as dressed up as I get. I've decided to wear a plain black t-shirt with a floral skirt I bought this summer and my favorite suede boots.
"All ready?" Seid asks as I walk into the kitchen- he's eating frosties- dressed in a plain black shirt, his hair falling across his forehead like it always does.
"Yup," His eyes scan over me and he frowns.
And he's done it again. I feel like I've disappointed him in some way and I have no idea what I've done wrong, maybe he just doesn't find me good looking- maybe it hurts his eyes to even look at me. Well I could either keep thinking about all this or I could just ask him.
"What is it?" I finally puck up the courage.
"What's what?" he asks neutrally going back to his bowl of cereal.
"That look," I say while pouring myself some juice.
"What look?"
"You know what I'm talking about," I glare at him.
"It's almost eight, my class is in half an hour," He gets up and grabs his little backpack. "Are you coming with me?"
"No, I promised Nat and Scarlet I'd go to their dorm room first,"
