Silent Whispers

Chapter 2|| Are you from China? Cause I'm China get your number

Reem

UNWILLINGLY , as he was coming to an end of the Surah (chapter) , she sighed quietly and got up. She had never , in all her sixteen years of life , had felt such peace and tranquillity. It really is a wonder what the words of the Lord does to one's heart , and brain.

He must be new here , she thinks to herself as she made her way out. She'd never seen him before , and although her memory isn't great , she'd never forget such a voice. Or face.

Lost in her thoughts , she nearly screamed when she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She rolled her eyes when unlocking the phone , seeing that it was her brother who had sent her a message.

Yaseen : i have fotbal after skl ... tll mum dad i might be bit a l8
13:01

His English really annoyed Reem , for how hard can it be to spell football and school correctly? But , she thought , this must be the life of a "cool" kid. Acting dumb and failing all classes , these days , was good and something to be proud of. Again , she rolled her eyes and replied with a "k".

Today was Monday. She knew he does not have football after school on a Monday, no that was Thursday's activity. And it didn't really take a genius to figure out what Yaseen would be up to after school.

Parties. Girls. Alcohol.

And she hated it. She hated his actions with a passion. Her brother was nothing but selfish! Their parents had done all that is possible to provide a good life for the children. And Alhamdulilah they succeeded in doing so, but as it may seem, not everyone understands that.

There were times when she was ready to bash her brother's face against the wall , but she managed to stop herself from doing so. She wanted him to feel the pain her parents felt when they look at their son. She wanted him to feel the pain she felt when she'd cry herself to sleep every night, asking - no pleading with her Lord to guide her older brother. It wasn't fair that her friend's brothers were religious and fearful of Allah. They prayed every day in the local Masjid , always putting effort into everything they do. They smiled at people , they were nice , and kind , they didn't go against Allah to please those around them.

It just simply wasn't fair.

~*~

"Mama, can I go to Costa please?" Reem asked her mother, whilst wrapping her hijab, not bothering with any pins because they were going to fall out anyway.

She'd arrived home nearly three hours ago and had been doing nothing but homework during that time. Although she is fascinated and absolutely loved Biology , she was growing tired of drawing pyramids of biomass or labelling parts of the digestive system.

"Ok habibti , when will you come back?" Almaas , Reem's mother asked, smiling at her daughter.

"Uhh... forty five minutes InshaAllah... I'm not sure though it'll depend on the queue. You want me to buy you something?"

"La shukran [no thank you], but yallah hurry up so you come and go before it's dark"

"Ok Mama, yallah ma'a al salama [good bye]" Quickly kissing her mother on the cheek , she ran downstairs to put her shoes on.

Everyone knew that in a house with an Arab mum no one could wear their shoes inside! But of course , don't you ever dare go into the bathroom without wearing a na'al [slippers].

She stepped out the house , reading Ayat Al Kursi as soon as she did , then looking for her headphones in her bag (which was full of totally unnecessary things, but she 'didn't have the time' to clean it out). Once finding them, she, with great struggle , put them in her ear.