My Hijab,Jake and I.

Chapter One/Whipped

A/N: Hey guys. I have decided to write another shorty story. I say short but I don't know, maybe I will first take it one chapter at a time and see
where it will lead me. I hope you enjoy it. As a Practicing muslim I like to write about my beautiful religion, hence the inspiration behind this story.I hope I do a Good job of portraying it. I hope people of all faith enjoy this story. Diversity and Unity is a rare commodity and I hope It spreads through out the world. Ameen.  Please comment and Vote.

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Jake

Yes!. I've finally persuaded my sister kelly to swap her bedroom with me. It took a month of pleading,begging, bribes,emotional blackmail and the occasionally ‘’slave for a day’’ to give it up.

Boy, that girl was one tough cookie. Wonder where she gets it from. Mom obviously. Dad and I are more alike.

There is obviously reason to my madness. This sudden urge to swap by medium sized bedroom to a shitty little box room. The shitty box room that my kid sister kelly adores as it overlooks our huge garden. The garden is my father's pride and joy. It's like a little paradise. From roses,fuchsia,geraniums etc to several cherry,plum and apple trees. Not to mention a whole plot sectioned off for his vegetables. It's the place we go to when we want to relax. The little shed slash den he has build finishes it off.

However that wasn't my reason for this poor exchange of rooms. My reason was every morning at 7.45 am on the dot give or take a few minutes for I don't want to sound like a creepy stalker. Oh what the heck I am sounding like a creepy stalker. Anyhow back to my reasoning. Yes. Medina Jahan comes out at this time. She sits on the bench in her garden and reveals her luscious long black hair. She combs her hair lost in thought. Five minutes of brush stroking through beautiful silky hair. Her face turned at and angle bare of makeup and she hums a tune that she only knows.

I watch her for those five minutes behind the curtain. I barely move or breath for I do not want to miss a second. She is totally oblivious obviously. Or else she would be mortified but I can't stop myself. This has been happening for a year. I only just realise when Kelly spoke of it during dinner saying she wish she had lovely hair like Medina next door. I was intrigued by this as Medina never reveals her hair. Well not since she has turned twelve. She's fifteen now and is growning into a beautiful young woman.

I realised she has finished and I wish that she would continue but she is getting ready for school. She ties her hair low and the rolling her long hair around and around she cleverly rolls it in to a bun. She seems to be smiling and I wish she would share her thoughts with me. She rarely smile like that at me. Not anymore. I miss it. But I would never reveal that to her.

Growing up together, playing around in the streets we were inseparable. We were so carefree and happy. We would always be in one another houses regardless of the time or day. I still remember them being the third Muslim family to  move to our street. They didn't have it easy at first but eventually with some of the bigots moving out it got a lot better. The other neighbours become more acceptive of the muslim families. Once they broke down their barriers and over saw their ignorance.

Those memories are in the distant now. We still are close the Jahans and us. But me and Medina have drifted apart slightly. We can't hang out alone anymore. She explained to me that she was of age where she had to be careful around members of the opposite sex. Her religious beliefs of her family are very important to them. I have to respect that I guess. It's hard. I’ve seen her before the change when she would get up to all sorts of mischief and trouble ,the two of us against the world.

I shake myself mentally. I hate feeling nostalgic especially when it involves Medina. I try to act nonchalant in front of her. I portray a different side to her. I don't want her thinking that her change had affected me in anyway. We seem to be bordering on love , hate lately. I love and she hates or be miss moody sarcastic bitch. But I don't care. I'll take anything I can get. Boy I sound whipped and desperate. I am whipped and desperate.

I don't know where this is going to lead me. I only know that it's not going to be happily ever after for me. There was no way on earth that her father would let me anywhere near her. I love the man and vice versa. But I know that in the future he would want Medina settled with a Muslim man.

I ,Jake William white was head over heels in love with Medina Jahan a devout muslim.