Alan [A Muslim Story]

Chapter 1

School has just begun and my mother still can't stop begging for me to quit ditching classes. If the teachers sucks so bad, why is it my fault?

I walked towards my first class; Chemistry to see my biggest enemy, James, sitting beside my ex, Taylor. How nice.

I looked away before they noticed me looking and sat beside a girl in a hoodie.

I put my books on the table, trying to look like I'm ecstatic for the class to start.

"Is that yours?" The girl beside me asked pointing at a book under my chemistry textbook. The book was white in cover and immediately, I realized it's the book the girl from yesterday dropped.

"No, I just found it," I said.

"After you hit a girl with a 1.5inch thick glass door?" She asked, not looking at me.

"What?!" I looked at her, and was extremely surprised to see her face. It was her. The girl in pink hijab. Underneath her hoodie, she wears a black hijab.

"I'm taking this back, yeah?" She said and took the book, but dropped my chemistry book. After she picked it back up, silence ensued between us. Only between us, though. The entire class is chaotic, as usual. Senior year makes no change after all.

I hate this school, and this may sound weird, but why can't the teacher come in by now?

I stood up to leave and as soon as I approached the door, Mr. Jones opened it.

"Where are you heading, Mr Cooper? Take your seat." I huffed in protest and took my seat.

Way to go.

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"Mr Cooper?"

"Alan!"

And that woke me up.

"Have you picked your partner yet?"

"What?"

"Pick. A. Partner," Mr Jones said in staccato.

I was ultimately unconscious so I did what I didn't want to do.

"This new girl here is my partner," I point to the girl beside me.

She glared at me, yeah sorry.

"Very well, Maryam is your partner then. But remember, the mark of the group work must be higher than average of both of your previous test marks, which is the highest so far," He stopped to laugh and resumed,

"Thanks to Maryam the brilliant exchange student," and laughed, the hardest.

"What's your mark?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"90.." She looked away.

"Mine is 60, so the average is 75. This is insane, I can barely get 50 for last year's presentation, what a perfect first day of school," I closed my eyes in exasperation.

She looked at me, jaw dropped.

"Yes, my math is shockingly astonishing, now stop looking at me like that,"

Her cheeks blushed and she dropped her pen. A look of fear flashed all over her face. When she was trying to get her pen under my table, she fell off her chair and land onto my lap.

What have I gotten myself into?

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"Humans are imperfect, that is why Allah creates the door of forgiveness for Muslims, they can't control with who they fall in love with, but whenever they commit a sin, they're always welcomed to be forgiven, just ask, never be shy with Allah The Creator, He appreciates sincerity," - quoted from Love is A Gift.