The Bad Muslimah

2. The Struggle

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2. The Struggle

Sareea's POV

Everyone is like a fingerprint. Different, you are your own copy. Something someone can't take from you. Your personality. The way you act when you're with family, friends, alone, or when you're faced by tragedy. Nobody can see into your mind. Others are very open but others are very introverted and don't talk about themselves much. Nobody but Allah can see the real you. Everyone is an enigma.

The bell rings and my body soon filled with excitement. I'm going to see my sisters. I've been doing this for a really long time now. I've been taking them out for lunch but very sneaky, all thanks to their principal Miss Mohamed. She helped me take out the twins and seem like they were here the whole time.

I walk to the school and pick them up. I greet them like I haven't seen them in 10 years because that's how it feels like it. I wish I could take them in and be their guardian, but unfortunately I must be 18. Which I will be soon, Insha'Allah.

I say my salaams to the principal and take Samaar and Sabrina to lunch. We talk and lately I've noticed that Samaar has been very distance. She isn't talking a whole lot which the polar opposite to her. Sabrina has made a lot of friends in Foster care but Samaar doesn't like it much.

After ordering the pizzas, we all sit in a Booth. "So Mar, how do you like it there?" I attempt to start a conversation with Samaar.

"Hate it, why don't you get us out?" She says monotonously. She lost that twinkle in her eyes. She used to be the life of the room, now she's sad. She isn't who she really is which is slowly eating away at me.

"I will, we all need to be patient okay," I grab on to both of their hands. "I'll be 18 in 5 months, Insha'Allah Allah makes it easy for us alright?"

"Okay Sar!" Chirps Sabrina. Samaar gives me a light smile. That's the most she gave me in days so I'll allow that.

We eat our pizza and bring them to school early enough for them to play with their friends before going back for class.

Watching them run around not having a care in the world makes my sadness grow. They deserve to be happy, if it wasn't that for the she devil, Flynn, we wouldn't be in this position. We could've all been a happy family. My father, my mother and the twins.

My phone rings 99 Problems, and I answer it to a frantic Raina.

"Dude where are you?" She sounds out of breath.

"Um I'm walking to school, we have like 10 minutes left before class starts, what happened?" I questioned.

"Nothing, just hurry up okay." Her voice drops.

"Okay, Salaam." I reply.

"Salaam." She hangs up. That's not like her, why is everyone so sad nowadays.