Khadijah ✔️

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Khadijah stared at the sky in awe.

She couldn't believe how a simple combination of a moon and stars could make the dark sky look like a masterpiece. She believed that the only true artist was her God.

Her attention shifted to the door that was knocking. She got up from her bed and found her mom standing in front of her, smiling. "Dinner is ready," her mom said.

Khadijah smiled back. "Alright. Let's go."

Her mom and her went downstairs and she found her dad sitting by the table. She caught his attention by smiling at him and giving him whole-hearted hug.

"How was school today?" Her dad asked her.

"It was okay. I got an assignment on a book report," he smiled.

"That's nice. Have you chosen the book yet?"

Khadijah shook her head. "Not yet. But I might have an idea," she said. "And how was work, Mom and Dad."

"Nothing new. The students are still noisy but they're still good students," her mom said.

Khadijah turned to her dad. "And you, Dad?"

"Well, nothing is really new just like your mom."

After they were done with dinner. Her dad excused himself to head to his study room, while, Khadijah stayed back with her mom to help. Soon after dinner, the bell rang.

She opened it to find the sheikh that has been teaching her ever since she was younger. She let him in and they started their lesson. While reading from the Quran, he started to sense that she was upset.

"Is everything okay, Khadijah?"

She looked up. "Actually I wanted to ask you something," she said. "Why aren't things getting better at school?"

He sighed. "As much as I don't like saying this, but, in the society that we live in, they don't accept Muslims like us," he said. "At least, most of them don't."

"But why?" She asked.

He let out a heavy breath. "Because... we're different. We believe in things that they don't. We are not allowed to do things that is normal to them," he said. "They don't accept us because we're not the same as them."

"Then what do I do?"

"You just... you just be the best Muslim girl you can be and just hope that things will get better. And never let them change who you are."

She nodded. "Alright. I won't."

"Good. Now your lesson is over so I will be on my way."

And then he left without saying another word.

She thought about what he said after he left for some time. He was right. The way people feel about Muslims can be very hard to change. It's not impossible, just very hard.

She thought if she was someone else, would they accept her for who she was? Then she came back to the fact that God created people the way they are for a reason.

She might not know it, but she was sure that He made her a Muslim because she was certain that he loved her enough to put her on that track ever since she was a little girl.

And she was grateful for that.