"Ok what's up?" I asked Jedayel when we were a fair distance away from his house.
"Nothing," He said casually.
"Sure," I rolled my eyes.
"Just give it up, you need to deal with your problems first," He said abruptly.
"I don't have any problems," I said taken aback.
"Your 'Rob issue'," He replied.
"That's his problem not mine,"
"Well that's the same with me, it's not my problem," He said but it sounded like he was trying to convince himself more then he was trying to convince me.
"OK," I said briefly.
"My brother is drinking." He said unexpectedly.
"What?"
I knew Jedayel's brother considerably well, he graduated from high school last year, he was always a bit of trouble, never coming back home at Maghrib (dusk prayer) time, a bit of a jock and he used to clown around all the time, but I never expected this..
"He comes home late at night, his eyes are blood red," Jedayel said looking at the floor, "Last night when my dad got angry on him for staying out late and drinking my brother shouted back at him, he called him an amateur dad,"
I kept quiet, I had absolutely no idea what to say. Luckily Jedayel broke the silence.
"Don't tell Meg about this, it's just between the two of us,"
"Of course," I said deep in thought.
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I Can Wear My Hijab
Teen FictionGrowing up in the west is anything but easy for the teenage Muslim Ameerah Hasaan where she is constantly questioned and bullied because of her hijab (headscarf) by her peers and neighborhood acquaintances. And if that is not enough, Ameerah is conf...
