The Not-So Perfect Muslim Twins [COMPLETED]

Chapter Nineteen: Fighting a Hard-Core Feminist

(I'M SO SORRY FOR THIS CHAPTER BEING TWO DAYS LATE - My family and I had to attend to family gatherings on Saturday and Sunday...)

Binyamin 

"You're here?" I asked Yadirah over the phone. 

"Yup." Yadirah replied. "Usual place?" She asked me. It was now 2 pm and we both thought we would check out the MSA in our university. I didn't tell Yadirah about what I had heard about it in the morning yet. A girl wanting to take over the whole MSA? It wasn't a bad idea if it were any other girl planning to take it over. But this was Hannah Humayra Alexandre we were talking about. I only met the girl once, and I suddenly had this urge in me to actually want to shut her up. 

After meeting in the hallway where we usually met before going home, Yadirah asked if I made any new friends. 

"A couple." I replied. She gave me an annoyed look. 

"I can't make any! College is so scary!" She said, freaking out. I rolled my eyes. 

"You're just shy." I said. "And you suck at being social. Plus you suck at pretty much everything. Again, what exactly are you good at?" I asked her as I looked down at her. She punched me in the arm so hard that I wasn't even surprised. In fact, I was expecting it.  

"I'm good at beating the crap out of you." She said, grinning. "Okay, let's go!" She said, excited. "Maybe I'll be able to make some friends." 

"And maybe just maybe you'll finally agree to marry Saifullah early." I murmured under my breath. 

"I heard that!" She said from ahead. 

"The weirdest thing happened to me on the subway today." I told her. She turned to look at me. 

"Why does something weird always happen to you when I'm not around?" She asks. I shrug my shoulder. 

"Maybe you are my daily dose of weird." She glared at me. "There was this girl on the train and she blew up at me for defending her."

"Tough luck. Not every girl will fall madly in love with you." She said. This time it was my turn to glare at her. 

"Not everything is about romance Yadirah." She rolled her eyes at me. 

"So what did you defend her from?" She asked. 

"From an Islamophobe." She stopped walking and turned to me again. 

"This... did happen in Canada, right?" She asked. I nodded. "Weird. But I'm not surprised." 

"What do you mean?" I asked her. 

"Harper, our dead Prime Minister, is starting to attack the Minor groups. Well, not attack. He's just being ridiculously unreasonable when it comes to the Muslims in our country. I hope he won't be re-elected." She said seriously. She wasn't wrong. Nowadays it was Muslims against the world, and it was terrifying. We lived in Canada, and we've never had to go through that since the day we were born. "Here it is!" She said, excited as she pointed to the room. I sighed. I just hope this Hannah girl hasn't taken over the MSA yet. When we opened the door, there was a huge ruckus everywhere. There were people in groups debating about all sorts of things. 

"I don't agree with you. Neither do any of the girls." A familiar voice trailed from the front of the room. I stared at Hannah and another guy who was painfully listening to her. "How can we agree to any of this if this is all happening without our permission."

"We don't need your permission. We just voted it out, did we not?" The guys said, rubbing his temples. 

"Vote?! The MSA consists of double the guys than there are girls! One girls vote should equal to two!"