Wrapped In Modesty

2) Allah Is Always In Your Heart

At Mosque, since it was friday, we were reading Juma' prayer, Asr.

We finished soon and I took my quran out.

Nobody has seen Halimah for about Two Weeks now. Her parents are desperate. I really feel for them.

But today was very shocking indeed.

Halimah actually had the guts to show her face to the mosque. I mean really. After two weeks of being non-muslim. And Halimah's incident at school. Of course the elders didn't have a clue why people had turned against her. But we all knew.

Anyways, I was talking to Mariam at mosque. Then we started reading the quran after a bit of silly chatter. I was reading my ayat, when in walked Halimah.

Now this was shocking. Picture it, instead of me explaining it.

There at the door stands Halimah.

No Hijab. But Curled hair.

No Sleeves. But a Skirt.

No Modesty. But some courage to show her face here.

Our relatives, get up and gawp at her appearance. The little kids in utter shock, but us lot, just shaking our heads in dismay. Ya Allah, Inshallah she will be guided to the right path.

Even her parents. Aw, it must be such a sorrowful sight, you see your offspring declare her riddance of Islam.

Everyone is staring at her expectantly.

Her parents are infront of her, not taking it in. Can't blame them, this moment would kill me if she was my child.

"Okay, everyone here. I need to say this once and for all. I am offically not a muslim. God don't exist, people. Wake up! Have fun. Seriously, you people need to live life. Now, I don't care what you think of me, you all are a bunch of back-chats anyways. So yeah, I don't care for God. Fuck him." She states happily.

Astaghfirullah.

"Halimah, where were you?! What are you saying!?" Her mother, tears brimming.

"I'm saying I don't wanna be a cranky muslim. K? I don't wanna be a conceited, cocky terrorist. Because this religon is a lie-" She starts. But then her father slaps her.

Her jaw drops at him.

"Halimah, fix yourself or get out from this masjid! We will not tolerate this! Where is your deen? Where is your hijab? Where is your modesty? And worst of all you show no shame! This is your last chance, Islam, the way of life, are you going to give up? Because we will kick you out of our house!" Mr.Khaled, her father, booms loudly. Everyone is silent as freakin' fudge.

"That is the easiest decision I've ever made. No way, am I ever gonna be one of you's again. I don't need to stay here. I'm going to live with my boyfriend, Trevor anyways. He's been an absolute babe to me, unlike you terrorists." She murmurs confidently.

WHAT? She is going to live with Trevor?! No Frickin' way!

I stand up and go to her, forgetting the fact that a thousand eyes are watching my every step.

"Halimah. I don't know what got into you. Two Weeks ago, you were an amazing muslim, which had a, mashallah, big chance on entering heaven. But that stunt you pulled, you lost it all. You're worse than the racist girls at our school, Halimah! Enjoy your time in this life, but watch as hell gets ready to devour you! Because you have lost the respect and love from me and your family and basically everyone here. Just leave. But before you go. Assalamu-laykum, Halimah, may peace be upon you, no matter what choice you make." I say, tears daring to fall.