The Bad Muslimah

1. Endless Madness

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1. Endless Madness

3 months after the prologue...

Sareea's POV

I miss them.

My mom.

The twins.

Feeling lonely is the worst feeling. Everyone needs somebody.

I dragged myself out of bed and hoped for the best. The only thing to cheer me up was my Chemistry Lab today. Yeah, I'm nerd I guess. I love school and learning new materials and techniques.

99 Problems rings from my phone, Raina's ringtone. She's one of my bestfriends for life honestly. She's a burst of energy who is also a complete girly fashion obsessed flower.

"Hey, almost ready!" I accidentally scream, subsequently hearing a bang on the wall.

"Oww! Why do you need to yell I was just telling you school starts late today." She giggles.

"Wait what? Today is Tuesday, did they change the late start or something?" I say excitedly. It means I could sleep in.

"Nope." Raina said simply.

I plop myself into bed. "Are you gonna tell me why or are you just gonna leave me guessing."

"Oops!" She laughed. "Well from what I heard Devin and Lana were both arrested for some sort of illegal substance."

"Ohh... Well do you know what kind?" I said hopefully. I've always had a fascination with crime shows so in this case I felt like I was Detective Benson from Law and Order SVU.

"I don't really know, I think it was some powdery specimen--" She was cut off by Kamila.

"Pass me the phone. It was crack cocaine, Sar." Kamila bluntly. She was always so blunt and didn't care about what other people thought. She's the complete opposite to Raina. She wears a lot more dark clothing without any patterns.

"Wow and Raina couldn't say that?" Innocent Raina that's what we tease her, besides Queen Raina because she's the most proper of us.

"Well excuse me for saying something haraam, I mean that stuff gets into your system and did you know after the first use your body is addicted to it?" She exclaimed. She's also the most religious. We are all pretty religious, we all attend the mosque regularly, read the Qu'ran together. But like any Muslim we aren't perfect. We have our lazy days, and temptations but that doesn't mean we are bad people. It means we're human.

"Yeah I get it but its not like when you say it, the drug is immediately I'm your system." I mock.

"Whatever! We're coming over okay?" Yelled Kamila from the other side.

Before I could reply they hung up. My friends are wonderful.

***

"Wait so they made lines and snorted it in Math Office?" I gasped. "That's kinda fucked up how they'd just disrespected math like that." Talking about this lost my appetite, I pushed my bagel away.

"Stop swearing!" Screamed Raina. "Swearing leads to tattoos, drugs and haraam stuff."

"I doubt Sareea is one to do haraam stuff, she's super cautious." said Kamila.

"Thanks homie!" I smiled giving her a fist pump.

Raina threw her hands up in the air frustrated. "I'm serious! You guys are just getting bad deeds and you guys need to focus on getting good deeds instead of bad, after all that's why we're here! To worship Allah!" She took a huge break.

We both looked blankly at her. "I can really see you as a scholar Rain." Kamila put her hand on Raina's back.

"We're obviously not perfect Rain, just let us find our way, okay?"

"Fine! But I don't want to be around bad people. First step is stop swearing," She smiled. "Last person to swear gets 50 dollars."

"Deal!" Kamila and I exclaimed. We both shook hands, verifying the bet. Yeah I know what you all must be thinking. Betting is haraam! But its all in good reasons.

We both finish our breakfast and leave my apartment. Seems cool for a senior to have their own apartment, but what they don't know is that its very difficult. I have to constantly call my father to pay the rent because that was his deal, but his wife keeps answering it and tells me to stop calling. Oh how I wish, but Do I really have a choice? I'm 17 yes, meaning I can work but I'm juggling 4 sciences 2 maths and English, night school and need to lock my doors and hope that my next door neighbor doesn't kill me or something.

After a regular subway ride, Kamila picking a fight with some guy playing a guitar, Raina talking about Islam with a bunch of strangers and I drowning my sadness into a recording of Suraah Al-Baqrah. I mean I'm not one of those mopey girls who cries over everything and everyone. I'm the type of girl who hides her emotions and cries herself to sleep at night. Yeah that girl.

"Yo Sar, hello? Earth to Sareea?" Kamila said slapping me back into reality.

"Oww!" I winced. "Why the hell did you slap me?" I gingerly touched my cheek, which if I had a mirror to confirm, it must have been red.

"Because you look like you're in a really depressing movie that everything bad happens to the character." She laughed.

"Well you got everything but the movie thing." I mumble to myself.

"What?" Kamila exclaimed

"Forget about it!" I yelled back. No point in making other people said with my sob story.

After a long sad walk, the day progresses as we across the street and that's when we see the true havoc. Police cruisers surrounding the perimeter of the school along with police tape.

The media swarming the area and the principal and VPs try to shoo them away.

The principal Mrs. Brooks waves over at us. "Girls hurry! School has already started!" She yelled over. We all look over at each other and ran in.

The inside was easily compared to one suffering from depression. Looked so ordinary and calm but in the inside was madness. People were in their own cliques, teachers yelling at their students to quiet down and to get to class, the friends of people who were arrested were fighting and arguing about whatever.

"What's going on?!" Screamed Raina. I exchanged glances with both and we bolted to the washroom. The only place in the entire school that was quiet.

"Some kids did drugs and this is what happens?" Kamila said leaning against the wall. "Its not that big of a deal, gosh." She face palms herself. "People are so stupid."

I hate to say but I definitely agreed with her.

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