That Muslim Girl (ON HOLD)

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Chapter I      The Hidden Secrets In The Attic.

Los Altos Hills, California. Quite possibly the most relaxing and comfortable environment you can grow up in. Well, it was at least, until Spring of 1993 when the heir of a multimillionaire company decided to convert to Islam when he was only eighteen at that time.

His family was beyond shock, they rarely spoke to him. He also lost most of his friends. When he embraced Islam, his family first tried to have him committed to a mental hospital when that didn't work, they completely disowned him. They called him to tell him that they hoped he rotted in hell...and he had calls from his so-called 'friends' stating the same desire. Yes, this hurt him profoundly, but his faith was stronger even though he still loved his family deeply.

He then moved to Brazil to continue his studies using the money he saved. He got his degree, got married and had kids, and settled there until his wife died then he got remarried and moved to a Kurdish village and wasn't even planning on moving back to California. Until the summer of 2011, when he got the phone call that his estranged eldest brother died and left the company and everything he owned to him and thus his whole family moved to the mansion.

But not everyone was happy that Zack Evans know known as Qusay Evans returned home and one afternoon the family sow spray paint "TERRORISTS" down the side of one of Qusay cars. The police were no help at all. That same night there were gunshots ring out.

Qusay hired security to keep him and his family safe but even though six years has already past, and some people NOT ALL are beginning to at least accepting our unique, weird large family while most of them just try to ignore us and report us to authority.

But that isn't my story, I am the daughter Qusay Evans, and my name is Inaaya. My story starts Junior year, high school.

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Inaaya's POV

You know what I hate more than this neighbourhood? School; which starts tomorrow. Do you know what I love? Summer; which ends today. Although at least I'll be a junior...two years down, two to go. First days are good for one thing, though, picking out the perfect first-day outfit. So, that's exactly what I've been doing for the past hour and a half.

Shirts, leopard, blazer, dresses, and hijabs were thrown all around my room as I searched for the perfect outfit that says 'I don't care how I look, but I still look better than you.'

"Inaaya!" My twin brother whisper/shouted from my doorway.

"What?" I asked, confused at the fact that he was tightly holding my grandfather's walking stick.

"I think someone is in the attic !" He whispered.

"What?" I shouted without thinking. Aryan shushed me and dragged me behind him up the stairs and towards the noise.