The Life Of A Muslim Girl{Completed}

The Life Of A Muslim Girl

Chapter 1.

Alisha's POV.

I cry again over my pillow. I let the tears fall down. Why? is the main question. Why my life needed to be such a disaster. Ya Allah why? Ya Allah I'm sorry for questioning You about my life, but it had to be this way? Was it because You wrote my life like this and things will get better? Or was it all because I make the wrong decisions? I stopped crying until I fell my eyes getting heavy and fell asleep.

I woke up at the noises my siblings were making. I have two brothers and one sister. I'm the eldest. After me I have a sister her name is Soha, she is 16 years old. After Soha I have a brother his name is Yusuf, he is 13 years old. And my youngest brother Ahmed, he is 10 years old.

They were ofcourse watching T.V.

"Yaaayyyyy Alisha is awake yayayayay!!!!" Ahmed said as I ruffled his hair. He always gets happy when I wake up. And I still dont get it.

I went to the washroom to get cleaned up. After that I did breakfast. I wanted to check my Facebook so bad but I couldn't cause my parents didn't know I have an account since that incident happened.

*Flashback *

We went to America for a trip. We stayed in a hotel. The next morning we woke up, everything was perfect...... Until....

"Alisha open your account" my dad said.

"Okay" I said. But my heart was beating so fast it seemed to me like as if they can hear it.

Why I was so scared? Well the reason is that I have a boyfriend. He's my cousin. I actually don't like him. I hate him!!! I'm only dating him for time pass. His name is Hamza.

I got a message on Facebook.

"Alisha someone messaged you" my dad said.

"I'll check it later" My heart beat was increasing even more.

"Ohh it's Hamza" WHAT!?!?!?! HAMZA?!?!?!? PLEAASSEEE DONT CHECK THE MESSAGE!!!!!!!!!

My dad went outside with his mobile for something.

I got dressed into brown skinny jeans and a yellow top with cheeta print, and wore a plain black hijab. I applied some eye - liner and maskara and lip gloss.

Then my dad called my mom outside.

I'M DEAD!

WHAT IF THEY SEE THE MESSAGE?!?!?!?!?!?

YA ALLAH HELP ME!!! PLEASE LET THIS BE A DREAM.....

I opened the door to eavesdrop a bit. My mom was standing with my father in the hallway.

I closed the door and my mom came in.

" You chat with Hamza" my mom was in anger.

I knew what she meant by that.

My heart started pounding faster.

My mouth was dry.

"Yes" I couldn't lie. There's nothing to hide.

My dad came in, I thought he would slap me or come and yell at me, but he remained quiet. He didn't even REACT.... AT ALL!!!!!

A/N: Salam to everyone. It's a small chapter. But I hope you like it.

And I'm sorry if there's any mistake.... but do correct me! ;)

Love to all