The Not-So Perfect Muslim Twins [COMPLETED]

Chapter Eighteen: Preparing for the Unprepared

Assalamu Alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakaatuhu!

As promised, here's your Wednesday chapter. And please do pray your prayer whichever it is. Pray for this Ummah, and pray for the ignorant. 

Yadirah 

It was now the end of September. Binyamin and I had finished off with high school just months ago. Binyamin and I ended up getting into the same college for different programs of course. Maryam had been gone to Afghanistan for the last three months and had yet to return. As for Shahirah, she was attending the same university her brother attended years ago. We were all so far away now that I would always end up missing high school. I never really was a fan of it, but to think I would actually miss it now. College was completely different. I could barely make any friends because I was too lazy and quiet to get up and talk to people - well mostly scared anyways. Seven months passed by, and I felt so unstable. 

"I'll wake up, I swear!" I screamed at Suwaydah who was constantly trying to get me out of bed. 

"No! You have to get up and pray!" Suwaydah said pulling off my blankets. I got up and began rubbing my eyes. 

"You're terrifying." I said lazily. She scowled. 

"Well, it isn't fair that you're always waking me up like this either." I smiled at her. 

"Is that so?" I asked, getting up from bed. I started stretching and tying my hair back into a pony tail. "Has Binyamin left for college yet?" I asked her. She shook her head. 

"He's waiting for you. And it's still just six in the morning. You need to stop doing your work last minute and start sleeping on time." She said with a scowl. "And I'm reminding you right now because you have terrible memory, but you and Binyamin are helping Shahirah move in to this building remember?" 

"Yeah after college. Alright, let me go pray and ready. And tell him to leave without me. There's no way I'm waiting for hours before my 12pm class again." I said as I left the room. It only took me about ten minutes to take a quick shower and another thirty minutes to pray and get ready for school. Shahirah's parents were looking for a place to move into because they wanted a fresh start. So my mom suggested that they move into our building. We didn't exactly know if it would actually work out, but we were surprised when it did. 

"You were the one that begged him to go with you to college, remember?" She asked. I scratched my head and thought for a brief second. 

"It's alright. It's not at all scary anymore." I said. "I've gotten used to it now." I said. Suwaydah rolled her eyes, and left the room to tell Binyamin. After I prayed and got ready, I opened up the Qur'an and began to read from it. 

This year my mom decided to send Suwaydah to our Islamic school. She cried her heart out when she found out she was switching schools. She cried even more when she found out their was a uniform. And she cried even more than that when she realized she had to wear a hijab. 

Our parents tried to comfort her but she just wouldn't listen. It had only been halfway through September when she came home rather excited just to tell us that her favorite subject was now Islamic Studies and that her favorite teacher was now Sister Amarah who had taken over for my mom until my mom was ready to go back to work. But not yet... because my mom was sitting at home changing little Muhammad's diapers. Right, our baby brother was born happy and healthy on June 2nd which meant that he was about four months already. He was the cutest thing ever... Even though he's kept us up for the first couple of months. Every time he was awake, he demanded food with his terrible cries. He was already the fattest child in our home despite being the tiniest. Okay, well I can't lie about that because he's not the only one in the house food-crazed. I am too. I did put on some weight myself and yet when my fiance comes over, he pretends not to notice.