From Malik, To Malik

The name is AJ.

No, not really. My real name is Aliyah Javeriyah Malik, but the people around me have a tendency to literary ruin the pronunciation of my name, I've shorten it to AJ.

AJ Malik.

I'm Irish. Yes, Irish. But no, I'm not pale. I'm more on the tan side. How, you may ask. See, me dad is an Irish-Pakistani while me mum is British-Pakistani.

They both first met in Pakistan, where they 'fell in love' and got married. Then, my dad bought my mum to Dublin, Ireland, where my sister, my brother and myself were born. By the way, we're triplets.

We've been to Pakistan alot of times, lived there for about 2 and a half years. It's really not as bad as people say it is. Really.

More about me; I'm not shy, but I am a bit on the quite side. When I first meet people, I'm the quietest kid in the history. Instead of 'talking' and 'making new friends', I observe the people around me. Once I'm satisfied with them, I talk.

I am absolutely dependent on my siblings, we just about share everything. I don't think I would be able to live a second without them. I'm the youngest one of us.

About 12 minutes younger than my sister, and 7 minutes younger than my brother. We are no way identical. Although, me and my brother have similar interests.

I'm not at all the 'girly girl', I do not like wearing salwar kameez at all. That's Pakistani traditional dress.

And since I'm Muslim, I do not wear too exposing clothes, such as, shorts, tank tops, crop tops, dresses, etc. basically, what ever I wear, has to cover my arms, at least below my elbows, and my legs till my ankles.

Me and my family are more on the religious side. No, I do not wear hijab, nor does my sister or my mum. But all of us do pray five times a day, and fast properly for the whole month of Ramadan. We usually celebrate Eid in Pakistan where we do have a couple of relatives. Speaking of which, Ramadan is near, and I am excited!

Mind you, I'm 19 years young, working as a cashier in a pizza place and currently living in Central London.

Once I was 18, I wanted to move out of my parents house. Me and my siblings had enough money saved from all the Eidi's we received since we were kids, and all the pocket money we saved, that we bought a nice house in London while our parents paid for the tickets as a birthday gift.

Since then, we have been living in London.

About a month ago, my parents shifted to London, too. But their house is a bit far away from our house.

Although, they do have a Masjid near their house. Lucky them.

Anyways, I'll be going now, have to go to the ice cream parlour a few blocks away.