Silent Whispers

Chapter 1|| Finally, I can pee

Reem

TWO more minutes. Just two more minutes, she thinks to herself and she quietly chants down the seconds remaining of her English class.

She loves English, no one can argue with that, but with her bladder ready to burst with her, well we all know what, nothing else mattered to her.

As soon as the first bell had been heard, she was out of her seat and already half way through the door, along with at least ten of her classmates. It's not like English was a boring lesson, that definitely wasn't the reason, but the problem was that it was the lesson before lunch.

And you know what happens in the lesson before lunch?

Well, people get hungry that's what. So instead of focusing what poetic devices Shakespeare used to create a tense atmosphere, everyone's minds were on fries and pizza.

Finally, I can pee. She squealed in her head. It might seem crazy and stupid, but one seriously does not understand the pain of desperately needing to pee but not being able to.

Reem ran to the toilet, knowing that if she was a second too late, the other girls will be hogging the toilets, probably doing their makeup or hair, that were small enough as they were. Honestly, the least the school could do is expand the toilets!

After doing her business, and fixing her hijab in the mirror, she washed her hands with soap, unlike half of the population who think it's perfectly fine to use the toilet and not wash their hands (🙄), grabbed her bag and left.

Too distracted by her phone, she did not see the boy walking right in front of her, and before she could even say what, they had bumped into each other.

She looked up to see a boy about two years older than her. Immediately, she cast her eyes down, not wanting them to linger on the very good looking boy that was causing her heartbeat to fasten.

"Sorry" He muttered so quietly it was almost unheard and quickly carried on walking, not even glancing a look at her.

She nearly screamed.

How can someone's voice be so freaking attractive? She thought to herself.

She turned her bead back, silently wishing that he was there looking at her too, but to her dismay, he was long gone.

She smiled, whispering an alhamdulilah that she was lucky enough to have even seen such a specimen.

~*~

After eating her lunch with her friend Roja, Reem had wondered around the school halls trying to find a room to use for prayer.

She'd always have to find a different room everyday due to the lunch clubs that went on everyday. She had previously asked for a specific room from the headteacher, but the head had told her that she'd have to make do with whatever was available.

She'd rolled her eyes at that. All the man had to do was find her an empty room! She'd also explained to him that she wouldn't be longer than five minutes, but the man was too stubborn for his own good.

After deciding that she couldn't be bothered to fight with an old fifty year old man, because we all know who'd win that fight, she'd accepted his offer and took it upon herself to find a spare room everyday.

There weren't many Muslims in the school, which wasn't really helping, as she'd feel much more comfortable if there was at least one other girl praying with her. She had asked her older brother, Yaseen, to join her, but one could describe Yaseen as a troubled soul, and that's putting it nicely.

For Yaseen, his reputation and popularity was more important to him than his deen (religion). He refused, and to this day still refuses, to pray at school, claiming that there was no need as he could do it when he got home.

Yaseen's actions hurt Reem as she looks up to him and wants to think very highly of him, but due to some problems in the past, she could barely recognise her brother anymore.

He had gone from such a sweet boy to a reckless, rude and horrible teenager. Living at home with him was really a difficult thing as he was always in a bad mood and would start screaming at anyone who crosses his path.

He treated his "friends" better than he treated his own family!

His actions also brought tears to his mothers eyes as she couldn't bare looking at her 'little boy' acting the way he was. In the end, both parents had given up talking to him and decided they'd let him be.

But, not once did they miss a day of making dua for him, asking Allah to guide him through his life. Although seemingly selfish of her, Reem has a countdown of the days left until he leaves to go for University. He plans on going far away and the thought made her anxious and scared for her bother, yet it made her so happy at the same time.

Lost in her thoughts, she hadn't realised she had been just standing in front of a door for a long time. She looked through the window, and when seeing it was empty, she opened the door slowly.

A soothing, beautiful voice made her head spin in shock. There he was, the boy from this morning, reading Quran with his eyes closed. His top button was undone and his sleeves were rolled up a bit, his body using the wall to lean back. He just looked so perfect. He must have been so concentrated on reading as he didn't hear, nor feel, her presence.

Not wanting to stop hearing his beautiful voice, yet not wanting to invade his privacy at the same time, she walked to the door slowly, not making any noise, and left the room. Closing the door carefully behind her, she sat on the floor and leaned back in on the door, closing her eyes and just letting his voice full her ears.

MashAllah. She thought as he had come across her favourite ayah. She absolutely adores Surat-Al-Hijr even before now but after hearing him reading it, it's gotten even better.

written: 06/02/19
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