The Not-So Perfect Muslim Twins [COMPLETED]

Chapter Twenty-Four: Realization

Assalamu Alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakaatuhu! 

Sooooo, I know I haven't been active for... about 4 months? Well, more or less. And that had some of you worried. And I'm fine, Alhamdullillah. I truly am now. But in the last 3-4 months, I've realized that school takes up so much of my life that it's hard to write on wattpad, and deal with school at the same time. It was a whole combination of school, family stuff, friends, and all that stuff. MENTALLY, it's been really stressful for me. I've had my ups and downs. I was planning on taking a summer course, but I felt like I needed to refresh my surroundings and pay a lot more attention to my imaan rather than my studies for now. But Alhamdullillah, Allah never burdens a soul more than it can bare. I will be writing continuously from now on In Shaa Allah for the next four months (because I have my summer break now). But more than that, I will also try incorporating writing into my school schedule for my third year of uni as well In Shaa Allah. I'm sorry for leaving so abruptly. I didn't realize it would turn out like that. In preparation for Ramadan, In Shaa Allah I will include a surprise (haven't figured it out yet, but I will In Shaa Allah). 

Just a reminder: It takes about 21-27 days to develop a habit. If some of you don't already read Qur'an every single day, maybe you could try developing the habit. Well, any great habit In Shaa Allah. 

THE MOST IMPORTANT REMINDER: Whatever time it is in your country, or whatever prayer time it is, PLEASE GET UP, and PRAY. NOTHING is more important than Allah. There's no point in delaying your salah for a chapter of this book or anything else. This is reminder for you as well as me. 

Assalamu Alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakaatuhu <3  

Hannah

"So you don't know what to wear hunh?" My mom asked looking through my drawer. 

"Mom, you know how I dress. I wear dad's coats and clothes most of the time. I haven't a clue what girls usually wear at weddings." I said frowning, then scowling at my little five year old sister who stood in the door way laughing at my dilemma. 

"Okay, how about you don't go then?" My mom asked, exhausted from going through my closet. 

"Mom!" I screamed. She laughed. 

"Okay, okay! We'll find you something, so don't worry." She assured me. "How about we go shopping for something?" She asked. I stared at her with an uncertain look. 

"Mom, you know we can't afford to." I said, sternly. 

"Oh, stop being so uptight. You never have dresses for any sorts of occasions. I don't care if its a plain dress or a fancy one, you're going shopping. This is a necessity! One day, you'll be getting married. And I can tell that day will be coming very soon. So start dressing nicely at school. You have a job, and you deserve to spend a little on yourself." Marriage? Just hearing of my own wedding in the future made me want to puke. It was December already. Months after Binyamin and Yaqub overheard my conversation with Yadirah. I was already mortified of both of them. 

It was actually hilarious that at first, I befriended guys, then they turned on me, then I turned on them, but now I was back to being nice to them? And even a little scared of them? Now this... is the definition of confusion. 

I didn't deserve a penny of that money. If anyone, it was my own mother that deserved to spend on herself. Our family situation wasn't so well after my dad went into a coma. Well it wasn't that great even before he went into a coma. That's when mom and I both decided to take up a job, and so did my older sister. Falling sick however, kept her from continuing it. 

"How about you just give me one of your old dresses." I suggested. 

"Oh Honey, you wouldn't like that though." She said.