The Other Half

Ramandan Nights

Zafrer's POV:

I couldn't stop thinking about her. Her smile. Her soothing voice. She was perfect. Anela Cojvovic was the love of my life. Everything about her was perfection her looks were just a bonous. Anela and I have been dating for a good one year and we broke up last Saturday which is why i went to the beach to get away for the weekend. While i was at the beach a saw this creep staring at me from the far distance, her face was scrunched up it almost seemed as if she had a mosquito up her nose. Then she quickly ran to the bathroom, I ran to the bathroom after her. When i finally arrived to the restroom area she was coming out and I bumped into her. When I saw her face she seemed very fimiliar. I apologized for bumping into her but she completley ignored me and tried to leave. I'm not used to girl's just leaving like that, every girl that ever met me WANTS to talk to me. Then she said," You were in my 5th grade Sunday school class."

I then automatically remembered her, it was that girl Hila she was the quiet one in the back. We talked for a while a couple of laughs slipped their way through, then she said she needed to leave. I didn't want her to leave though, she was actually interesting to talk to and humerous. Without any intention I grasped onto her arm and I guess that alarmed her beacuse now she seemed as if she wanted to leave even more. I let go of her and apologized once again, she was puzzled then to make it less awkward I told her that she should sign up for Sunday School again. The girl disappeared after the 5th grade i'm guessing it's because she was embarassed that she didn't know how to read arabic. Hila seemed as if she didn't want to associate with me at all, maybe it's the gossip everyone told her about me at the Masjid? She said, "bye" and left. She was unsual, not like other girls. Which is why I found myself thinking about her so much right after she leftt. After debating wheather or not to send her a friend request on Facebook I finally did and a message hoping. There was something special about this girl, something I didn't see when i was in the 5th grade at all.

Hila's POV:

Ramadan was tonight and I was getting ready for it. I decided to go do some Abaya and Hijab shopping for it. Ramadan is my favorite holiday, even though I'm not the most modest person I still try to be the best Muslim i can. I love my relgion and i wouldn't trade it for anything in the world, I love to help others too, which many people tell me is going to destroy me in the end. I in the other hand always beleive in the good in people instead of the worst. Anyways, I went shopping and Taraweeh Prayer (Ramadan prayer) were tonight so I was very excited. During Taraweeh we pray but since there's a nearby Subway my friends and I always go there during the break between each of the four rakat to eat since Taraweeh can get very late sometimes. The best part about Ramadan is all the Muslims come together as a community and do things togther mostly for the whole month. The Berlin Majid is like a second home to me, I love that place and it gets even better during Ramadan. You can see the joy in everyones faces during the whole month, it's such a magical beautiful month.

After coming home from shopping it was almost Iftar, so I helped my mother cook. The best part about coming from different cultural backrounds is the FOOD. Usually we make part of the Iftar Morccan food and the other part Turkish. By the time we're done eating i usually fell like i gained a thousand pounds on top of that my mom always attempts to make Moroccan food and my dad always laughs at her beause he says she can cook better Moroccan food than the actual Moroccans he knows hahaha. After finishing the Iftar we all got dressed to go to Taraweeh, I had a feeling this Ramadan was going to be the best until we finally arrived to the Masjid and I went downstairs to help with the babysitting. Then i saw him. He was there with his little group of friends staring at me straight in the eye. Zafer waved at me but i pretended I didn't see it, the last thing i wanted was a rumor spread around at the Masjid about me and him. I knew from that very moment that this was going to be a long dreadful month.

Zafrer POV: 

It was the first day of Ramadan and i was with my group of friends talking then I saw her. The creep. She walked in and looked at me straight in the eye. I then saw my mom's best friend walk in beind her so i waved her her. The creep probably thinks I was waving at her because she smirked at me then left. I thought Hila Abu- Sharmuta was unique and exquisite until I found out that she stalked me. Noor, Anela's bestfriend knows Hila an she told me everything about her. She said that Hila stalks my twitter and everything. Ew, obviously the girl has some problems. It makes sense also, she never came to the Masjid before and now suddenly this year she finally shows up out of no where? I regret meeting her at the beach a month ago for sure. She's a creep no wonder she was always quiet in the 5th grade the girl stalked me. But the big question is WHY?