Assalaamu'alaykum Warahmatullaahi Wabarakatuhu!
So, this story is my first ever Islamic story. I'm not that good in speaking/writing in English, so you might encounter lots of grammatical errors and typographical errors, too. I decided to have this story in English because of vocabulary gap. There's a lot of English words that can't be translated to Filipino/Tagalog definitely. Yes, I'm a Filipino.
Moving on, In Shaa Allaah, you'll like this one. Please leave your comments :)) Love ya Fillah!
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It's Monday today so I'm kind of annoyed. I mean, who love Mondays?
I was walking down the steps of our school when I saw my two sisters- well not by blood. But hey! That's what we are. After all, we are sisters in Islam.
"Assalaamu'alaykum ukhtum!" I greeted them and had our cheek-to-cheek short session- our own version of handshakes.
"Wa'alaykumussalaam Fatima." They happily replied.
Shaira must've noticed my slightly sour face. "Hey! Why the face?" she playfully asked, and she even pointed my face showing me her well-henna tattooed hand.
We started walking towards our classroom and kept the convo ongoing.
"It's Monday..." I grimly replied. Mondays are... ugh!
Shaira tsk-ed and hooked her arms to mine, and smiled at me. "Hon, just say Alhamdulillaah. I mean, not all people reached this day, right?"
I stopped walking when the thought sank in. Horror was clearly drawn on my right face now.
"Astaghfirullah. What kind of Muslimah am I? I couldn't even appreciate Allaah's blessing. Ya Rabbi. Astaghfirullaah!" I muttered. There's a crowd of students here, and being a hijaabi, I must be modest in all my actions, especially around my non-mahrams. Not that I don't like to be modest, I mean girls must be modest even the non-Muslims, right? They're still girls or women after all.
Ayesha chuckled at the way I acted. "We're getting late lads. C'mon. No one wants to get a detention." She sing-songly said. We laughed silently and made our way towards our classroom with smiles on our faces.
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