My Best Friend's Brother (A Muslim Love Story)

Chapter 2- So we meet again

"This is too hard!" Hafsa yelled and twirled her hijab, which she often does when she's nervous.

"Shhh" A group of students collectively gestured.

"Library nerds!" Hafsa whisper-shouted.

Yeah, that earned an eye roll. I wasn't a huge fan of studying but we needed this and the apartment was too noisy to focus.

We were both studying microbiology at the time.

Suddenly a heavy palm slammed on the table with great force. Some random guy just appeared out of nowhere.

"The audacity! You approach two hijabis and not to mention this is a library!" I shouted yet in a soft voice. If that makes any sense.

The person seemed around our age. He had dark hair, just like Hafsa and hazel brown eyes, similar to mine.

He sported a white shirt tucked into his jeans and a tie.

Come on! Who dresses like that!?

Hafsa rolled her eyes and swatted his hand away. My eyes widened to the size of tennis balls.

"Haram!"

"Take it down a notch would ya?" Hafsa continued "Saniyah, if you remember, this is my brother, Sabir. "

He waved and then proceeded harassing his sister. Of course. How could I forget? Maybe we just haven't seen each other in a while or maybe it's because I wear the niqab (veil) at school.

He doesn't recognize me? Well, to be fair, I didn't recognize him either.

He looked so different compared to when we were kids.

I remember the first time Hafsa introduced us when we were 14.

And he was so.....rude! He didn't even smile once at me and he gave me short answers when I tried initiating conversation. He was so mean!

Even though I had terrible memories of him, I knew he was a real softie on the inside. He cared a lot for his sister and older brothers. it brought a smile on my face.

"Saniyah, we're going back to the apartment. You coming? Oh by the way, my other brother will be there as well if you don't mind." Hafsa said nonchalantly.

I nodded.

I only ever met Sabir out of Hafsa's three brothers. She never really spoke about them except Sabir.

I thought about taking off my niqab but I thought it best to leave it on until he left.

Just then Hafsa's phone went off. Her embarrassing ring tone of us singing One Direction songs. Astaghfirullah.

I heard a chuckle behind me. Sabir. So we meet again.

My face turned pink.

I stuttered "Where's Hafsa?"

"Praying. Answer it." He gestured for me to take the call. Dummy. It's YOUR sister's phone!
I scoffed.

"Hello? I'm sorry. Hafsa isn't available right now. Please call back later. Okay thank you bye." I rushed.

I seriously cannot talk to people without malfunctioning.

But the reply caught me off guard.

"Saniyah?" A male voice replied and then hung up.

What the heck.

The number that called was on private.......strange.

I answered Hafsa's phone so how did they know it was me? On top of that it was a guy. I know zero guys.