We kiss for a few seconds, it's nice–very nice, but I knew if my father saw this, he'd definitely loose his shit.
Which is actually a form of hypocrisy because he married my mother who's American, so I don't see the problem of him loosing his shit over me dating Eric.
"Hey, babe." he says as he breaks the kiss between us. "Why aren't you wearing your hijab or your abaya?"
My face reddens with shame. In the Islamic religion, Muslim girls and women are always supposed to wear the hijab or a burka (if they so choose) in public and if they don't it's considered a sign of disrespect.
Eric noticed my red face. "It's okay. I only meant when you wear your hijab and abaka, you look even more gorgeous," he kisses my forehead. "I love you, Sabeen."
"Love you too, Eric." I say, my face returning to it's normal color.
"Come on," he puts an arm around my shoulder. "We don't wanna get another tardy from Ms. James or we'll probably get detention. How pissed would your dad be at that?"
"Pretty pissed." I chuckle softly, "he'd probably make me read the whole Qur'an in one night."
"Damn, Andrews! Your dad sounds like a beast."
You have no idea, Eric, I thought. You really have no idea.
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SpiritualThere are 4 things, Sabeen Andrews is hiding: She has scars and sees a therapist in secret. She knows her father is secretly cheating on her mother. She's dating an American guy named Eric Damien, that she's knows her father would never approve of. ...
