It was 2 am and my phone was blowing from guys from previous one night stands. Normally she'd reply asap But something was bothering Amina Farooqi.
"Pack yo shit and leave now Amina"
I woke up and changed into my clothes and went downstairs to eat. "Good morning Bilal", I said while brushing my teeth. Bilal was Amina's younger brother and all she had to keep her going. Twenty years ago:
I remember it like it was yesterday Our mother never did ever like us well not me. "You stupid Fucking girl you're a mistake you know that why can't you do anything right",she said while smashing a plate at my feet.
She was 9 months pregnant and I didn't feel right shouting back at her So I let all the shit she said to me sink in. Shortly after Bilal had been born mother had hope. She believed that this boy was saviour to the family and that I was a disgrace. However, a day she had been looking forward for her whole life sadly, became her last.
10:45 June 26th 1998. The cries of Bilal we're echoing in my ear There was nobody to caress and hold him. Just the early dead corpse of a woman who hated me dearly layed dead right before my eyes.
15 years later:
It's just me and Bilal and no one else Mother is gone and father is- I pay the bills,feed him and done That's how everything's been so far But everything feels like a secret Every thing we say or do Since I don't want to us to be separated we just need to stick together.
Now:
Abu bakr: can you leave me the fuck alone you whore
Amina Farooqi:Abuuu fineeee
Amina didn't care if she was called or slut or whore because she was bringing money on the table to provide shelter and food for their family. She didn't care if people we're talking shit about her,she knew it was wrong but she was doing it for a good cause and it was the only thing brining her closer to Allah.
The Adhan called and she went down for prayer. People should get to know me first before they start talking shit She had thought.
But she knew for one thing She's never ever stop being a hoe She wasn't the best Muslim but at least she tried.
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Abu bakr: p.o.v
Me: TasNIm aRe you Coming
Read.
Me: tasnimmmmmmm
Read
Me: TasnImmm my lit gyalllll
Read
Tasnim: Leave me Alone
Me: TAsnIm will...you
Tasnim: ?
Me: this is embarrassing to say but
TAsnIm: I WILL NOT MARRY YOU
Me: CHilL I Was GOing To Ask yOu to Be Taj(weed) teacher.
READ
TASNIM: sry I'm to busy with jErry
ME: are You cHeatIng WiTh me A Man Now SHame Shame
TAsnIm: Tf... Jerry's my freaking cat And besides we're not together
Me: We SHOuld Be ;))
TAsnim: ya Allah someone help this boy
Me: So 10:00 tajweed lessons
Tasnim: Yee and pay me cus I need To pAy those Fees ;)
Me: lol sure 50p an hour
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Abu bakr sent tasnim a picture "I cut my hair for you gurll"
Tasnim: close Ur mouth
Me: oNLy For Uuu ;)
Me: LIke mY beard I'Ll grow it Extra LoNg for You ;)
tASNIm lEFT tHe CHAt :
Tasnim couldn't bare hurting Abu bakr but she couldn't tell him or anyone the truth. Would they even understand. She wasn't ready to feel the pain so she turned her phone and headed to sleep.
((A/N))
1) if I said me: it's Abu bakr
2) it's longer cus I didn't write anything proper cus I'm druggy some times idk why
3) I feel sad for my gyal Amina I was angsty while writing hers then made it funny at the end cus I didn't want it to depressing all thru it
4) Abu bakr is a dick to everyone else but tasnim :(
