Take off your Hijab (Rewriting)

Oh My God Kill Me now✅

"As life goes on....

you will come to find your strength in no one else but yourself"

Third person's POV

"Oh my God, kill me now," Amal groans, flopping dramatically across her bed. Her roommate, Jamie, gives her a brief, puzzled look as she tries to pull on her shoes without tripping.

"Are...you okay?" Jamie asks, half-distracted but faintly concerned.

"Absolutely not," Amal grumbles, sounding almost wounded. She raises a hand, reaching out like a stranded shipwreck survivor, clearly craving some attention. But Jamie glances at her watch and winces.

"Sorry, babe, I have this math paper in, like, two minutes. I'm already late—can we talk about your life crisis later? Love you!" Jamie blows a hurried kiss and bolts out the door.

"Yeah, love you too...traitor," Amal mutters to the now-empty room. She lets out a deep sigh, head falling back dramatically. But just as she closes her eyes to wallow, her phone rings, breaking the silence.

Groaning, she reaches over and picks it up. "Hello?"

"Hi, Auntie!" Ali's cheerful voice chirps from the other end, instantly lifting her mood.

"Oh, hey, Ali! How's my favorite little human?" Amal's voice brightens, and she finds herself sitting up, all her previous woes momentarily forgotten. Ali is like a burst of sunshine—just hearing his voice feels like a warm hug.

"I'm okay! Wanna talk to Mommy?" Before Amal can reply, the phone shuffles to Azad, with Ali calling out a quick, "Bye!" as he runs off to who knows where.

"Hello," Azad says, a gentle amusement already in her tone. She knows her sister well enough to recognize the sound of impending theatrics. "What's up?"

"Oh, you know," Amal groans. "Life in general. I want to go back to high school. Why did I ever sign up for law?"

Azad lets out a soft chuckle, knowing how her sister's enthusiasm for the law had wavered as she got deeper into her studies. "To help society, maybe?"

"Well, society can help itself, thank you very much," Amal sighs, leaning back and staring at the ceiling. "I'm done."

Azad's laugh is soft and knowing. "Of course you are."

Amal frowns. "Why aren't you telling me to calm down? Aren't you supposed to be, I don't know, supportive or something?"

"Because I know you won't calm down." Azad's tone is calm and gentle, like someone who's been through her own cycles of existential dread. "Besides, I've got a better tip: try sleeping."

"Sleep?" Amal scoffs, clutching her textbook like it's a lifeline. "I can't sleep, Azad, not with this exam gnawing at my brain like a persistent raccoon!"

Azad's laugh softens. "How many papers left?"

"One," Amal says, feigning exhaustion. "In just a few hours. I've been reading the same thing for *years,* Azad. I've practically absorbed it into my bloodstream at this point."

"Actually, you started reading it yesterday." Azad's matter-of-fact response earns a deep frown from her sister.

Amal huffs. "Still, I'm *exhausted.*"