Muslim Tomboy?...Impossible

Ms Tomboy And The Professional Humor Classes

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Miss Tomboy And The Professional Humour Classes

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This chapter is kinda different from the others. I tried something I wanted to do ever since I started this book.

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Zeeniya stirred in her sleep, cranking her jaw she opened her eyes and noticed something unexpected. Pain was still circulating through her body but it was bearable.

Pain was something she has gotten used to over the time.

The uncomfortable leather made her butt sore and something was fixed on her chest, constricting it. A sudden string pulled in her heart.

The hospital bed isn't made of leather...

Huffing, she rotated her head around and found herself in a car.

A freaking car!

Hundreds of awful thoughts revolved around her head as she was unable to undo the seat belt with one hand. she couldn't open it with the broken arm and neither could she bent to the other side as her stitches could open.

Nothing was visible except for the Mercedes signature interior of the car. She knew that none of her family members own this brand, this single piece of information made her feel the seriousness of the situation. Her head was fuzzy and a headache was pricking her like a fork.

Gulping down the lump forming in her throat she tried remembering the last thing happened.

Jessica....

Omar storming out of the room...

Nayal...he was there when Omar left. He saw that. He saw my very own brother leaving me like a piece of poop.

Nayal was there too...

Suddenly the sky roared, sending down buckets of water along with thunder and lightening. Each time the sky roared, Zeeniya felt her heart in her throat. Not that she was afraid of it, scratch that, she wasn't afraid of anything except for Almighty Allah. But she felt helpless ...mortal, she wanted to run out of the car but she couldn't. The only thing she could do was to recite all the twenty Surahs of the Holy Quran that she learnt by heart at a very young age.

She was half way through Surah Yaseen when the driver seat abruptly opened and someone hurried in. Her breath hitched in her throat and she knew that her heart definitely stopped for a second. She couldn't bring herself to scream in horror, no sound came out of her mouth.

The person shut the door and turned to look at her but she squinted her eyes, afraid of encountering with him and backed off until her back hit the side of the door.

He could be a vampire or a someone like Mr Hyde! Who knows!

But gripping on her Emaan tightly, she turned to look at him. She had a strong faith in Allah and knew that He was the most Rehman o Raheem.

She turned around.

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Nayal couldn't believe his luck. Something bad always happen when he miss his Fajr and today he even missed Zuhr. He was well aware that one should not complain about their Qadr as Allah has already planned everything for them.

Maybe there is something good in all of this!

Running in the heavy rain wasn't one of the easiest things. He realized that he should have listened to Jessica about keeping an umbrella in the car. But here was no way he was ever gonna admit it in front of her. His shirt was dripping wet along with the jeans making him utterly helpless.