A Muslim's Life

Prologue

The little girl looked up at her father, sending him a smile. Her father looked at her, smiling right back. "Oh dear, be more careful, you almost hurt yourself" She rolled her eyes, but secretly she loved how much her parents loved and cared for her. She cherished it, at 13 her parents love for her hadn't lessened in the least, rather increased you could say.

"Dad, Can I please go to the playground?" He looked at her as mother came to stand next to him. "Go dear, but hurry back" she waved at them running to the playground, her hand tight on her scarf. She played for 30 minutes it seemed. Than rushed home, knowing mother and father will be angered. Getting home, she noticed the door was open.

She screamed as she saw her mother on the floor with her father's hand clasped around her mother's. She stared at the pool of blood trailing from there stomachs. She came near them, uncaring of the blood. She looked at her mother "Mama!, I'm back!" She yelled, wanting her mother to yell at her. No response was heard.

She looked at her mothers lifeless hazel eyes, and reached over closing them, closing her own for a minute. That night for what felt like so long she slept in her mothers arms. This time instead of feeling her mother's warmness, she felt nothing. Not the soft murmuring of lullabies, not the protective arms, not her loving gaze. She looked upon her father, hoping for a minute, he'd laugh, telling her it was just a joke.

She ran, trying her hardest to escape the harshness of reality, to try and run from her lifeless parents, whose smiles would forever be burned in her mind. The next day, police knocked on her door, interrogating her. Taken in custody, she did nothing to defend herself. She found herself praying more often, reciting the Quran, learning about the religion of Islam in which she was introduced by her parents.

She felt happiest and closest to her parents following the faith of Islam. When proven innocent, she was informed of her aunt, who lived in America, and was told she would be sent there. Surprised at such news, she for the first time smiled voluntarily. She remembered learning the importance of Zakat.

From her knowledge, Zakat was basically if a muslim was financially able, to give a portion of your money, food, clothes to those in need, they had too. Right that moment, she wish she had some money to help out to those in need. "Mam, are you paying attention?" She looked at the policeman who had taken her custody in the first place, and tightened her scarf around her head.

"Yes" He looked at her, bored "Well, basically you'll be boarding to America today, this had been planned a month ago. Your aunt will pick you at the airport and sorry for what you had to go through" I looked down nodding. I did not like the man in front of me, at all, he was a despicable man.

Instead of asking me if I felt okay? If I needed help? He questioned me whether I had been the cause of the death of my parents. Had it not been for my faith in Islam, I would have slapped him than and there. Almost instantly, I felt guilty for thinking badly of people, it wasn't my right, God created them so who am I to criticize his creations? I sighed, getting up as they led me in a car.

I was excited to go to America, and meet my aunt.