I never thought I would attend my Jidd's funeral so early. I called Aliyah.
She came to my house in a minute.
"Sara, Sara!", Aliyah shouted. She was standing in front of the door. I ran to her and hugged her tightly. " It's okay Sara.", Aliyah really calmed me down. She really helped me. She is the best ever friend. "Should I make food for you, you haven't eaten for a while.", Aliyah offered me. "No, I am okay, thank you.", I answered. The next day I woke up and I made breakfast for me and Aliyah. I drove to Aliyah house. I recently got a car and my driving license. 'Ding Dong!!' The bell screamed. A short and thin lady opened the huge door. She was probably one of Aliyah's servant. Her family is so rich that she as like a thousands of maids. " Yes ma'am who are you? Are you madam Aliyah's friend?", the short lady said.
"Yes, can you call her?", I said.
" Yes, ma'am". She ran upstairs to call Aliyah. Aliyah and the short lady came down. " Go Fathima", Aliyah said gently." Yes madam", Fathima (the short lady) replied. "Aliyah, I brought you breakfast. I hope I am not too late.", I said.
" Oh Sara, thank you. Come up let's eat up. In my bedroom.", she said.
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Being A Muslim
AdventureSara always wanted to be a journalist but no one ever excepted her because she is a muslim and wears a head scarf. She faces many problems in her journey. Will her dreams ever come true?
