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Chap 17:Our pasts.

Assalamualaikum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuhu!

Quote of the day: #2...

Be like a diamond precious and rare not like a stone found everywhere!

"Heeeey, don't blame yourself on everything dude." Macy exclaimed after ranting on and on about how Yazan and I are getting married and that we are definitely going to become sisters. 

" Macy, it was my fault and who cares...let's just enjoy our day off. I don't want to hear anymore cheesy, cliche things out of your mouth, ok? Let's have some fun and forget what happened earlier." I buckled our arms together as we began enjoying the sight of the huge park.

"You're right, even though I can't stop thinking about how cute of a couple you guys would be." she wiggled her eyebrows, and earned a slap at her head from me." Ouu the amount of cute nieces and nephews I will have." she added.

She began to laugh as I glare at her." Ok*laugh*, ok,*laugh*,Sorry." she breathed.

"Whatever." I huffed and she blew an air kiss at me and buckled our arms tighter as the air blew against my hijab and against her hair. Oh, I didn't mention that my bestie isn't a hijabi. Sadly..I never really asked her why, but I wanted to respect her choice even as I know the hijab is a must. Maybe I shalla ask her one day...

"Hey, Peach, do you want some ice cream?"Rumaisa asked me pointing at an ice cream parlor.

"Sure."I said still deep in thought. I was Rumaisa Ahmed's best friend, but it seems I still have a lot to learn about her that I don't know, and she doesn't know about me as much either. The people in my life and my past.She has heard Umar and Zaid's name before, but she still doesn't know as much as I wish her to know. I Just don't want to speak of them. It's been a long time without them and a barely remember their faces, for they are probably grown men as I am a women now. I don't know if I should bring them up anytime soon. Pfftt, she still has no idea on my brother or father even though I skype them almost every day.

"Ohhh, stop zoning out on my!" she whined and softly pinched my cheek.

"Sorry, just thinking that's all..."

"Mhhmm...well now I know who you are thinking about..." she wiggled her eyebrows. I know exactly who she is thinking of...

" Well you are wrong so, HA!" I exclaimed like a child.

"I guarantee you I am right, pfft, I am always right." she bragged flipping her dark brown locks. That is when I thought about her not wearing a hijab.I wonder why. I want to help my bff out, but it might totally go out wrong. Everytime I try to help someone they get angry so I don't know if I should confront her about wearing the hijab.*  just sighed*

" What's wrong?" she furrowed her brows in confusion.

"Noth--"

"Don't pull that' There is nothing wrong with me' thing."she mocked." I know there is something wrong, just go on and tell me....we are besties remember, we don't keep secrets from each other. And remember that you can talk to me whenever you need a women to women talk." she winked and I smiled at her. She is right. I guess I am so used to my old friendship wit two guys who kept a lot of their secrets hidden from me. Why did I ever think that I could have boys as my best friend...

"Spill it, Peach." 

"I..I was wondering why...umm...why you don't wear the hijab?" I said the last part quickly as I waited for her reply.

She sighed."I guess I am not used to it. I mean my Ummah never wore it and she was my biggest influence. I am always around her, always by her side. She never wore it and I always wondered why. I guess I will never know that." she whispered the last part to herself even as  heard." Fati and aunty Bilkis always wore it, but I just never wore it...I used to get scared sometimes when I was younger because of all of the bullies Fati had, because of her hijab. I never wanted to be treated that way, so that is one reason I never wore it. Yazan always told me to wear it. He used to get so angry at Ummah and I because we don't wear it, still does, but I know that when I am ready to wear it ,I will..." she finished the last part quietly. 

We sat there quietly until I spoke." Inshallah, and you would look so beautiful in it, mashallah."

"You know, from know on I will look up to you.You have always stood strong even as people hurt you because of your hijab. You are my ro model." she chuckled.

" Not me, Ha. One time I was so devastated with my hijab because Zaid said that it looked weird, I attempted t---"

"Zaid? You never really told me about them..." Macy interrupted me.

"Oh, well...I have an idea." I said after a while." We can each tell one another each and every single thing about each other and our pasts, under that tree over there." I said pointing to a large tree that was blocking the sun's rays.

"Ouu, this is going to be great!" she exclaimed.

After we bought our ice cream( two different flavors of course, I got vanilla and she got neapolitan, because she wanted chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry.)we began telling eachother fun, happy, sad, times in our pasts and did that for a while...

Our pasts...

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"Well that was fun."Macy says getting up from her seated position under the tree.

"Yea, but I forgot to ask...Do you or did you ever like anyone?" I asked her  the question that has been on my mind for years. Even though Macy is one of the prettiest girls I know she has never showed any interest in a guy and they are always so interested in her. I know we are supposed to lower our gaze, which I do, but when Fati and I see a cute boy we are going to constantly talk about him, but Macy never was interested.

"Well.." she finally answered."Long story short, I liked a dude and he liked me,but never came back..."

"What do you mean? And when was this??" I asked curiously.

" I really don't want to talk about him.." she trailed off.

" Please Macy, maybe I can give you some tips." I reassured her wanting to hear more about it.

" It--it-- it was months after you first arrived in Canada, I wanted to tell you, but we weren't that close as we are now, alhamdulillah. I like him and he like me."She said and explained to me his personality which seemed to slightly remind me of Asif, my brother." I wasn't really into my religion until you came. Anyways, we were like bestfriends and then I guess we started to like each other and hang out more, doing things we were not supposed to. I expressed my feelings, but he didn't yet. I waited every day for him to express his feelings,but he never did. One day he left to who knows where, and he never came back. He broke my heart and I never liked boys since. I came to you and asked you what to do at times of hardship and you said one thing.'Pray'. You told me to seek tawba to ask Allah for forgiveness. I guess it was a lesson to be learned. A test. I should have never went against my religion. I felt so bad,so I ignored boys, I felt that I should stick to my religion instead of paying attention to boys. After that I knew you were a great person and wanted to be your most closest friend, not to mention You marrying Yazan." she laughed and I felt tears swell up in my eyes as they did in hers." So yea, thats why I don't really pay attention to them..." she trailed off her voice cracking. 

" Oh honey bee, sugar plum, muffin face,  gum ball, cupcake, lollipop, I luv ya." I said squeezing her in a bear hug that lasted for a while. 

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