(Zulaykha)
"Well... I'm going to bed..." Ziyad said. "You guys can do whatever..."
Ziyad headed upstairs. Yasin wore a huge smirk on his face.
"Partyyyy!" Yasin said as he put on his black Huaraches.
"Party?" I said. Yasin nodded his head.
"Everyone was talking about it at school." he said.
Yasin and Yasir go to the same school as me. Yasin is a junior while Yasir and I are seniors.
He must be talking about that party that Arlo told me about. I wasn't in the partying mood though. So much has happened today and it's just overwhelming.
"Are you coming?" Yasir asked me as he put on his white Adidas.
I shook my head.
"Oh, come on, Zu!" Yasin said. "It's the weekend and you're always inside! You haven't been the same since Auntie Zubaida and Uncle Zulfikar passed away..."
That's when it hit me. All the memories of my parents came back to me and I tried so hard to hold my tears back. I hated Yasin for bringing them up.
"To be honest, Zulaykha..." Yasir said. "Yasin is kind of right. It would be a good opportunity for you to be happy and having fun for once, you know..."
I looked at them and sighed. I rolled my eyes. They always convince me to change my mind.
"Ugh. Fine..." I said.
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The Other
SpiritualSince Zulaykha Masih lost her parents 2 years ago, she and her older brother, Ziyad Masih, have lived on their own. Being Muslim, Zulaykha has been hated and discriminated by society all her life and all she ever wanted was a normal life. When Zulay...
