Zarah- A Muslim Against Time

Chapter 14- The Thobe Life

THIS BOOK IS FINALLY BACK

I know I know you guys were upset I stopped writing this book. I was going through quite the ordeal and didn't have the time or heart to continue writing. Now its back! I have a lot of plans for where I want this story to go. 

Please take time to watch the above video as it is relative to how Naseeb feels in this chapter. Scenes in this video were used to create some of the scenes in this chapter. As with all of Naseeb and Zarahs encounters with the world, the story is based on things Muslims have to deal with on a regular basis.

-Darkrose112

     Pain is enevitable.

     It is a part of life. Some are better at handling pain than others. And Naseeb was not an exception to this rule. But like most of his life, his pain was kept a hidden secret.

     Until he met her.

     There was something about the way her eyes twinkled that made things hurt less, something in the way she spoke that drew him in and his demons out, something about her face alone that calmed him.

     Once again he found himself jumbled into his own thoughts wondering if this kind of vulnerability was normal. As they departed the school and from each other, he pondered this more and more. He found himself looking at her walk away. He watched her for a second longer than he should have, before snapping out of whatever daze he was in. She was the only thing in his life that was genuine and real to him. So was it normal?

     He concluded he was over thinking things.

     After dropping Zarah off, Naseeb headed home in defeat. Consumed in thought, his head hung low. Which was unusual for him as he had been raised to roam with his head held high.

     I'm just over analyzing things.

     Changing the pace of his thoughts; his brain began calculating. How was he going to plan the perfect Ramadan? He was running out of time and he didn't have a job. Bills didn't pay themselves.

     He saw so many help wanted signs and he knew he was qualified. Some stores didn't even have other applicants. Yet whenever he inquired information about a job, employers would say they forgot to take the sign down. The only application that got accepted of his was stashed in the back of a drawer.  He fingered the cloth of his thobe sleeve. Was this what had held him back?

     Other than his father, he didn't know many people who wore it. Just him and his father, only two. He didn't expect anyone else to ever be seen wearing it, especially in America. He had assumed that in his lifetime that number would be about it. So when he met Yahya, he grew a automatic liking to him. It was the thobe after all, that made him stand out and in turn sparked their friendship. He sat at the edge of the curb near the masjid stretching his arms and legs. The sight calmed his burning eyes and aching limbs.

     "How am I going to do this?" He wondered aloud. Suddenly out of nowhere, a foot stamped on his beautiful thobe marking it with a ugly foot print. Naseebs eyes shot up to meet the culprit. A grinning brunette boy with dark brown eyes.

     "That thing looked feminine anyway." He sneered. Naseeb oddly enough didn't immediately rush into an angry outburst, but he was irritated. He took deep breaths trying to calm down the raging anger that like a beast, threatened to unveil itself unleashing its wrath.

     Why is it that people always go for the thobe.

     Naseeb sprang up angrily dusting off the dirt only to be greeted by a group of boys. As he spun around, he realized he was surrounded.