As usual, I'm laying in my bed. As usual, my phone is in my hand, I'm watching Dan and Phil. As usual, my earphones are plugged into my ears. What's not usual is all the boxes around me. What's not usual is the fact that this is one of the last times I'll ever do this.
You see, I'm moving out. I would much rather stay with my mom, but I don't want to pressure her, and besides, I need to explore the world.
Another thing you should know is that I'm Muslim. Because of that, I wear hijab, which basically means I cover myself in a modest way, so people don't get attracted to me. Mommy tells me to cover my hair as well, but I don't. What was the point of dyeing it, then?
I should probably go hang out with her instead of being on the phone, so that's what I do. I go downstairs, to find her sitting on the couch, scrolling through Facebook. I go sit next to her, hugging her.
My mom is the one person in the world that I'd live for. I love her so fucking much. It's so hard to move out. See, she has diabetes, like me. She always says that she's going to die earlier than average, like her mother did. So I want to spend as much time with her as possible.
She smiles at me, and hugs me back.
"I love you,"I whisper.
"I love you, too,"she whispers back,"are you sure you don't want to stay? Omar and I are going to be lonely without you here."
Just then, my baby brother walks into the room. I smile.
Speak of the angel
"Mamma, can I get this?"he asks, pointing at some headphones or something.
She spoils him so much, but I don't really mind, since she spoils me, too.
Omar is nine at the moment, yet he's still the baby of the house. He's nine years younger than me, after all. I've been mistaken for being his mom multiple (Ash: omg it tried to autocorrect that to my crushed name/ Scar: you can't talk in the middle of a chapter, Ash!) times, but I don't really mind.
"Ayesha appi, when are you leaving?"he asks me.
"Tomorrow. Are you happy?"
He shrugs,"Are you taking the kitties?"
"Yeah! Of course!"
"Aww."
"Hey, I'm only moving 15 minutes away from you. You can come visit! Besides, don't you want your own room?"
That's right. He's been sharing it with my mom ever since we moved to London. Im the only one who has her own room. I'm also the only one who has a British accent, Mommy and Omar still sound like they're on vacation from America.
"Well, you better go to sleep! The movers are coming early in the morning."
I kiss my mom goodnight and go back to the room.
the next morning
Of course I woke up late. I'm rushing, almost forgetting to pack the last-moment things in my galaxy backpack, like my toothbrush and comb. I hive another hug to Mommy and Omar, and run out the door.
I go into my black Prius and drive the five minute drive to Jack's. What Mommy does know is Jack is my classmate. And that he offered to move all my stuff over to the new apartment. What she doesn't is that I'm close friends with Jack(another thing not allowed in Islam... behind friends with boys that aren't your husband, dad, or brother)and that he also helped me buy all my new furniture.
Jack already has all my stuff in the truck, because he took out what little I had in my old bedroom while I was getting ready.
"Hey, Ash!"
I have my friends call me Ash or Ashley because most of them pronounce "Ayesha" wrong.
"Hey, Jack!"
"Ready?"
"Yep!"
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Published on Dec 3, 2016
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