That Muslim Girl

:) Naina Ali ):

"Nains, hurry, we gotta go in!" Jill exclaimed glancing at the back seat, to see how far her best friend was along. 

"Almost done," practically sang Naina. Naina Ali was getting ready for Jack's swim party. She was putting on a small bikini with neon green and white stripes, along with a white pair of Nike shorts. If Bhai could see me now she thought to herself. Naina's brother Zakar was her "guardian", the stereotypical overprotecting brother. Naina could still remember when he would grab his phone from her hands and scroll through to make sure she was being appropriate, he doesn't to that anymore since...."READY!"Naina yelped as she exited the vehicle, her hair streaked with a blue highlight in the back was in a high pony tail, swishing and swashing as she walked to the front door. Jack, like always, left his door open and ready for any and all visitors, both a blessing and a curse. Naina and Jill, her best friend, easily slipped into the already in full swing party. Jill immediately went to flirt with all the guys, while Naina wandered to find the keg. It's quite strange how in time people change so quickly and fast. A year ago, Naina wouldn't be caught dead her, let alone drinking, she was a model students: good grades, modest clothing, constant contributor to her mosque, a real Muslim, but all the changed. Naina barely ever talked about it, the wound was pretty fresh, but on October 17, 2011, Naina and her two brothers Zakar and Sameer were orphaned. They lost their mom.  Naina's dad had been dead for years, he died in a car accident, quick and painless, but her mom, and no she had blood cancer. The doctors couldn't save her, there was nothing to do but wait and watch, watch their mom cry and be in pain, and not be able to do absolutely anything. That was when Naina changed completely. Naina's thought of mind was quite simple: There is no God because if their was one she would still have both her parents, her mother wouldn't have suffered, and Zakar wouldn't have grown up faster that need be. But those things did happen and Naina lost her imam completely. A week after her mom's death, Naina met Jill, Jill was the worst influence she could ever had, but Naina didn't care. Naina changed, she wore less and less clothes, more make-up, her grades dropped and she stopped praying. She acted the normal her at home, she wasn't ready to fight with her big brother about this, but once in the car away from him than she was unrecognizable. 

"Hey! Naina, here have a drink you look weird," Jack offered with a red solo cup in his hands,” it’s straight from the keg, promise!" Naina simply nodded taking the cup, and slowly sipped it. It was okay, she guessed. 

"Thanks, have you seen Dan around?" questioned Naina. 

"Right here, sexy," Dan said appearing out of no where. Kinda of a creep. Dan short Danial was Naina's guide on the road to destroying herself, he like Naina was born a Muslim but slowly let that fad out of him, he believed and stuff but as you can see he's partying his heart out. "Let’s go! Party!" So the trio set out into the backyard full of girls in skimpy suits, boys exposing their hard worked six packs.  It was quite a crowd. Jill had found Ron and they were swimming in the pool, laughing, Ron looked like he drunk, at least 4 cups in. "Hey, Dan, lets go swimming, I'm melting in this humidity."

"Kay babe." 

--After the party--

"Oh god. Wait, not  god, he doesn't exist, Oh non-existent god. I'm so drunk, hehe, dddrrrrrrruuuuuuunnnnnnnkkkkkkk," Naina practically screeched while walking in the front door. This was the most drunk she had ever gotten before, most of the time she had a little sense. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew she was screwed, but right now she didn't care, she was care free. "DDDDDRRRRRRRUUUUNNNNNKKKKKK! It's what I am!"

"Apa? Is that you, apa?" a very sleepy eyed Sameer said from the living room,"you okay?" 

"Awe, my cute wittle bwotha, so innocent you are, I feel a little..." before Naina could finish she had fainted with a loud thump. 

 "ZIA BHABI!" Sameer screeched a the sight of his eldest sister, passed out on the floor. He was freaked to say the least, he did have an inkling of what his sister had been up to but this , this was beyond imagination. Sameer could barely happen, he was pretty fragile after loosing his mom, he was only six. "BHABI! Come quick, Naina Apa, she..."

"Naina! Sameer! Ya Allah! Sameer, can you go to your room, I'll be up there in a minute sweet heart, it's okay,'' pleaded Zia. Zia was Zakar's wife for the last two years, and they were wildly in love, Zia loved Naina and Sameer like her own, they grew up together. 

<3 <3 Zia Ali <3 <3

Zia had never seen Naina like this before, she was barely dressed, she reeked of alcohol, and worst of all she was not conscious. With great difficulty did Zia get her sister-in-law to her room, she left her there, got a bucket for the vomit that was yet to come. Zia knew exactly what Naina had been doing; she was just hoping she'd change before her brother saw her like that.  Well that hope was lost. Zia cleaned up Naina as best she could, held her hair back when she vomited and all that other stuff, Jill would never do. Anyways, at around 6 AM, did Naina really fall asleep, so Zia finally went to her room. She looked at the clock, and decided on a quick shower, then fajr, and then straight to bed. At around 7: 30 AM was Zia finally ready for bed, when Sameer knocked on the door, phone in hand.

“Sweety, who’s on the phone?” Zia asked tiredly.

“Zakar bhai, he misses you,” Sameer claimed quite dramatically, then threw the phone on the bed, and hopped away, probably to get some more sleep.

“Hullo.” Zia mumbles half-alseep.

“Asalam Alykyum, How are you? Anyways you okay, love?” Zakar blurts out in one breath.  Allah, why did I marry a morning person? Zia questions. She replies to Zakar as happily she could with her amount of sleep. Eventually he hung up the phone, letting Zia fall asleep something that didn’t last long. Sameer came into the room supposedly “starving from lack of food.” Boys.