between the moon and sun

my sister with no head

Amina POV

I, Tariq and Halid decided to go to pray to the beautiful mosque near Almas house.

We were walking to the mosque.

I felt shy, the boys were waiting for me outside.

'im ready, we can go' i said lowering my gaze, if i look at Tariq i would probably smile, i would blush, i didnt wanted that.

'ok lets go' Tariq said with his soft and cute voice so i had to look up. He gave me a quick smile, his eyes were laughing with his teeths, and immidiatly he lowered his gaze with smile on his face.

Ya Allah, i was blushing like never before, this moment was awesome, the butterflies came back, i hate them, they make my stomach go crazy.

We started walking, guys were infront of me i was going like a princess behind them. I dont know whay but i felt protected.

We came to the mosque, we finished our prayer. It was an awesone feeling to pray in my country after long time.

I went out there were some friends of mine, i had to see them.

Halid and Tariq were in one group of many boys i had to say to Tariq that they can go i will go after, but i could not just go there and say: Hey Tariq you can go home, i will come later, they all would stare at me, thats not ok.

I was talking with my girls in the mosques yard, Tariq was now leaving the mosque, this was my opportunity.

'Tariq you can go back home i will come later' i said as quick as i could, this was the first time that i said something to him, this was the first time that saw his beautiful eyes near, i was lowering my gaze as best as could, but i didnt succeed.

His pretty face won.

'ok we will wait for you, but be quick, we dont have that much time' he answered looking at me, when i looked at him he shyly lowered his gaze.

I loved everything on him, i loved his knowledge, he was the person that i was always dreaming about.

The prince on the white horse.

I was always dreaming about someone who we lead me to jennah, who will help me to reach Allah more. I found everything in him.

Chelsey POV

Alma continued with her story.

' That time when i lost my father, i was depressed. My father died, my country was dying, everything that we had we lost, we have nothing. But i had only Allah, i was praying to him that this should end as soon as possible. I thought to myself Alma dont worry, everything will end, you cant lose anything else, you lost everything, it will be fine. I had a mother and a younger sister, we were living in our house but in conctabt fear. The bombs were all around, i still could hear people screaming on the street. I had hope. One morning, the enemies came in out city, because we were bosnians( muslims) and we were not serbs, we had to ''leave'' our city with buses.