Muslim Forbidden Romance

Chapter 2

Sana's POV:
I hated moving. I despised, loathed and detested it. Every descriptive word to describe my burning hate for moving wasn't enough to express my feelings. Every few years my mother was moved around by the local council. We lived in Croydon, Hackney, Hounslow, Northwood and now Tower Hamlets. Mum always said I shouldn't complain about it because I get to 'experience new things' or her new favourite 'exploring is good for you'. I love my mum, I do really. She just doesn't understand how difficult it is as a fifteen year old to make friends. People already had their friendship groups and it would take weeks just to get close. This meant weeks without actual friends. Weeks of anxiety about where I was going to sit at lunch, and what was I going to do?
But chapter #ilostcount begins again. New school, new people, new teachers and a new home. Maybe this will be our last. Doubt it though.

The next morning mum and I went out to go by my new school clothes. Mulberry School for Girls. An all girls secondary school took my anxiety through the roof. The girls were the worst people to make friends with. I have always been friends with guys only. I just found them boring. They sat around and spoke about things and people. The guys would go outside play games, that's where I wanted to be. With the fun and the games. Yes, it was immature for my age but what am I, twenty-three?
The uniform was a deep maroon which I liked compared to my previous school's bright purple which grossed me out. I asked my mother why she chose this all girls school and she kept rambling on about how Michelle Obama came to visit and how all the local Pakistani mothers took their daughters there. We got home and I opened by laptop. I spent a few minuets scrolling through images of the school and my mum was right. Michelle Obama really did come, and the majority of the girls in the crowd were hijab wearing Pakistani girls. Then it hit me. I'm going to have to wear a hijab. My mother already get a lot of judgement from the local Pakistani community because she a divorcee but on top of that a non-hijab wearing daughter. I've never worn a hijab before simply because my mum didn't ask me to. She didn't pressure me at all. Some girls started to wear them when they were very young. Their parents made decisions for them, which really must suck.