"What the hell? You do realize it is summer? Meaning you don't nead to wear that thing." Holly states, with her little back-ups giggling like crazy. All of them wearing Jimmy Choos, trying to copy Holly insanely. I wanna drive a car over these people. Ya Allah, help me!
"I can wear what I want when I what. So I choose to wear it. Got it?" I sigh, obviously annoyed by her jokes against Islam. What is wrong with something so beautiful as Isam?
I swear, 2012 is probably the worst year at high school. People keep picking on hijabis. Thankfully, nearly every muslim girl here wears it. Sadly, every racist in the school has to demolish that.
"You actually choose to? OMFG, you must be kidding me! You probably have no hair." She cockily declares, thinking her popularity will make her immortal or something.
"And you probably have no brain whatsoever!" I state as I walk off to join the dinner line. I swear she's gonna get it one day. But I cannot go against Islam. So in other words, I can't hit her. Or kill her. Ugh. I love you Allah, but please help me here!
I go on my iphone, when one of my I feel someone tap me.
"Holly annoying you again? Ain't that female-dog ever gonna quit it?" Mariam asks. I laugh.
She's one of my many friends. I am really popular, but that also makes me an islamic target for racist people. I have tons of friends.Thankfully, they help me cope school.
"Yes, but it was much more than annoying. Thankfully, Allah has said I can't swear about her, because if I could, my mouth would never shut up, seriously." I shake my head.
Mariam nods in understanding.
Sometimes I appreciate the fact that I wear a hijab. It saves me a truck load of drama. But also gives me some too. But I ain't gonna take it off.
"Guess who's coming here?" Thamina says, panicked.
"Oh I don't know. Who the heaven is coming?" I ask wonderously.
"Uh, it's Trevor." She says scared as fudge.
"Oh look here, it's the terrorist of the school. Bombed anything yet, or planning to, babe?" He smirks.
Trevor is basically, the school's 'fit' guy. I don't see it though. Ignorance creates a wall between me and his appearances. Mariam likes the guy. I mean really likes the guy. Why? I do not know. But it's halal to like a guy, just not do anything about it.
"Yeah, maybe your face." I state and cross my covered arms.
"So is the bomb hidden in that towel on your head?" He asks ignorrantly.
"Sorry, but grow up." I respond.
"Babe, you still trying to ignore my hotness? Can you not see?" He starts.
"Oh I can see alright. It's just, I don't see much." I walk off to grab my dinner.
"What's up?" Jummana asks.
"Same Old, Same Old. What about you?" I ask, muching on my fries.
"Same. I heard Melody's getting moved to a new class because of 'behaviour'."Jummana states.
"Ugh, Holly and Melody may be the most idiotic girls in our year." I sigh, not wanting to swear.
After dinner, we all go to the private room and pray Zuhr namaz together. Suddenly, a teacher walks in when I'm on my final two sunnah rakat. My friends probably on it aswell.
"What do you think you're doing? Answer ME! If you do not answer me this instant, you will get detention. This is unacceptable!" Mr.Freach booms.
I say Assalamu-laykum Wa Rahmatullah on my right and left shoulder and fold my namaz up with a dua (supplication).
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Wrapped In Modesty
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