Hoodies and Hijabs

02|| Stupid Gora

Ameera's P.O.V

I sat down on the table with Aliyah and Amal. I looked down at the food and grimaced. How gora (white person in urdu) people eat this stuff is too much thought for me, I felt like throwing up by just looking at it.

"Ameera." Someone said "Hellooooo. Earth to..."

"Who? Where? Wha?." I looked up and seed Amal looking at me, clearly annoyed. "Oh, hey Amal."

"Have you even been listening to what I said dur-brain."

"Not really."

She rolled her eyes. "I said that boy over there is cute. You should totally..."

"Can I just stop you right there. Boys aren't my thing so you're wasting your time and mine" That stopped them talking. Always trying to hook me up with some other Asian guy. White guys weren't my type anyway.

We talked a bit more. I am so enthusiastic about the new girl joining our year, that I cannot keep it in. We have bullied everyone in school and although it was quite fun at first, I've got to admit, it is getting a bit dull now. We know everything about everyone in our year, and we have all the juciest secrets about everyone written in a book,  and also there's nothing interesting happening.

There are only two reasons to come to school: one) to keep my social life alive; and two) to see what's happening with everyone else's life.

Me and the girls was walking, talking about the new Kyle Jenner lip kit, that was a disgrace to humanity. Like what the hell is the colour sunset bay?! I hateded it! Whilst I was walking, some big idiot hits me. I gets very angry, but before I get the chance to speak, Aliyah speaks first. I know she does it because she's a good friend and all, but I don't needs anyone to stick up for me. I is a strong girl. I don't need anybody.

"Did you just push her" Aliyah snarled, looking at the boy as if he was a disease.

"Yeah he did" I chipped in.

"Look buddy. Just because we wear hijabs on our heads and we are asian does not give you the right to push us whenever you please."

"Bros, chill." I sawd a sweat droplet trickle down his head, the fear clear in his deep voice.

"Bros?" We said altogether. I heard someone say "that unison will probably never happen again".

"Look bro " Amal started "we aren't your friends."

" What is you trynna do? Huh? If you wanna go, we'll give it to you" I say.

"..." I feel like slapping myself. Sometimes I just take things too far.

"Yeah we'll give you something" Amal, although feeling embarrassed of what I had blurted out, helps while putting her arm around me.

"We'll contact the police and you will be in deep trouble with them about abuse against Asians, you understand you stupid gora? " Aliyah says. We've been friends in a long time now and we've all picked up some words of each other's languages.

"Go take your racist comments somewhere else." And with that, he ran down the hall.

"Wait" I realise aloud "how did this argument start again?"

~*~

"Ugh maths is so blooming boring! When are we ever going to use this in real life? Algebra is so blooming dumb!" Aliyah sighed, shaking her head in disappointment.

"Stop trying to make words that no one uses anymore happen. It isn't going to happen" Amal remarked.

I was just on my phone when the teacher called my name. Assuming it was for the registration I shout "PRESENT." The whole class laughed but I just shrugged off the feeling, though Amal and Aliyah did a face palm.

"Reg was last lesson Ms. Malik." Yep, that's my surname. Like Zayn Malik, you know? We could be long lost siblings. Or even better, I could be his long lost wife (that he knows nothing about).

"So what do you want?"

"For you to answer the question"

"About?" I was getting annoyed.

"Equations." He sounded irritated. Not sure why though, I was just asking what we were doing. I just shook my head.

"WE'VE BEEN DOING IT FOR THE LAST FIVE MINUTES."

"Jeez man. No need to shout, just show me the question."

He sighed and turned back to the white board.

If a is 3 and b is 5 work out z from the equation.

"Say what." I whispered to Aliyah "I though we were in Maths not English"

The equation was:

a + b = z.

I looked at the board blankly. This is so easy why did he even put it on the board. I bet a baby who just cames out of his mother could do this. Why do they even teach this, we're fifteen, not five.

"Z obviously equals C." I'm not quite sure what happened next but he walked out the room shouting and didn't come back for the rest of the lesson. Some people.

For the rest of the lesson no one did anything. Some nerds tried to teach the class, but not many listened.

My phone rang. My screen lit up with the words Abba (dad). I clicked on the answer button.

"Salam Abbu. What's going on, you never call me in school."

"Je jahnu (yes dear) that is true but I have something to tell you."

"Je Abbu I'm listening."

I heard him swallow or I think I imagined it. He never gets nervous.

"Beta (dear) your mother..."

"What. What's wrong with Ammi (mum)."

"She..." he hesitated. He cleared his throat quickly. "Her plane had a miss landing and... I'm going to visit her. I'll have to go back to Pakistan ,do you understand? Everything's ok, Alhamdulillah no one was injured. She's fine it's just..."

Stupid phone, had to runned out at that exact time. I was left in shock and confusion. What had he meant? What was he scared? Eh, who cares? He said everyone was ok, so I don't need to get worried.

"Ameera." Amal said. I looked up at her. "Let's go home early. There is no point staying in this hell hole, where they never even teach us anything useful".

I nodded and covered my mouth with my palm as I yawned. I was feeling tired anyway.

~*~

Please remember that these mistakes were done purposely. This is how the character speaks.

The bold things in brackets are what the urdu words are in English. Just for people to know Urdu is the language they speak in Pakistan not Pakistani.