Nuriyah's P.O.V.
I woke up to sun shining through the kitchen windows. I had fallen asleep outside Rodrigo's room. A look at the time on the kitchen clock sent me into shock.
"OH MY WORD! I've missed Fajr!" I said, shooting up from the spot where I fell asleep.
Not just that, I have a photo shoot with Nike. And it's not like I could just call Phil Knight to reschedule! Wait a minute I can't call anyone! Ugh stupid deal!
Rodrigo came out of his room. And gosh, this is one of the times I really want to use my steamer on him!
He looked different somehow, I don't know if my contacts were playing tricks on me since they were dry but did he just and have a shower and change?
"Hey, it's not fault you missed Fajr," he stated.
"Rodrigo! You're a complete..." I wanted to swear him.
Instead, I stomped off to my room, banging the door behind me.
"You're not going to survive without your phone," whispered the voice in my head.
"Would just keep quiet!" I shushed the voice in my head.
I went to my cupboard to pick out what clothes I would wear. I saw the suit bag, with the green dress in it, hanging in the cupboard.
Yesterday felt like a week ago and I am still trying to wrap my head around it.
"I'm seeing someone else," Ahmed's sentence played once again in my head.
"You didn't even like him that much," said the voice my head.
The voice was, unfortunately, correct. I took a deep breath, gathered my clothes and went to change in my bathroom. I took my contact lenses out and put my glasses on.
I then went to read Fajr. After I finished, I pulled off my prayer veil like how I usually would. As I turned around, something felt different.
It was as though my prayer mat now had somehow installed an alarm on it overnight and I needed to sit back down and turn back to Allah for it to turn off. I don't remember the last time I made Dua or asked for forgiveness for that matter. My heart never felt so heavy or alone. Rodrigo was, once again, right about something.
How was he supposed to believe in something I didn't totally believe or understand myself? So I raised my hands up, not knowing where or when to begin?
"Start now."
Chapter 21 Nuriyah's Pov
Since I didn't have my Ipod with me, I was forced to listen to the pitiful music at my gym. I was jumping so hard with my skipping rope that my hands now had red welts on them. I panted, sitting down on the nearby bench and poured water on my face.
"Ola," Anne said, sitting beside me.
"Ola," I replied, leaning against the wall.
"So?" she demanded with a raised brow.
"'So' what?"
"You were training harder than that American Hijabi fencer trains for the Olympics. Tell me what's wrong? Or do I have to interview it out of you like the last time?" she threatened while, ironically, putting a comforting arm on my knee.
"Where do I even start? I thought he liked me or I thought I liked him. I feel like such a fool. How could I have been so preoccupied that I didn't see that he was seeing someone else? It's like Sara and our boss all over again"
"You lost your friend and he wasn't even there. He's a complete... what's that phrase Lena usually uses when I'm around, something to do with hair colour and dumbness, for the life of me I can't remember it."
