The Hijabi's Best Friend.

6. Don't you Dare!

Lihaan's POV:

I was on my phone chatting with my best friend Andrew, from America. I heard a few noises from downstairs. I quickly got up and walked out of my room and opened the door which leads to downstairs.

Bang.

"Oh sorry sorry Musfirah I was just coming upstairs to wake you up," a sweet voice said.

"It's okay Miss," I replied moving back.

Yeah someone bumped into me. I supposed that she was Musfi's friend. I wasn't able to see her face properly. Suddenly the lights were switched on and I heard Musfi's voice.

"Lihaan? Is that you?" she called.

I turned around and told her there was someone to meet her and went inside my room. I was pretty sure now that someone has come to the house so I needed to look presentable. I searched for my black shirt which I asked Musfi to iron for wearing it the next day.

But damn I couldn't find it. Did she iron it or not? Maybe she kept it in her room.

"I guess I will need Musfi's help," I whispered to myself.

I popped out my head out of my room and called Musfi for help. She was standing there with that girl, I just saw the girls hijab. She was wearing a very beautiful pink hijab. Uh oh did I just said beautiful? Oh, Nevermind. It's my habit of complimenting everything.

Musfi stormed inside my room and found the shirt for me and it was just right there in front of me👀. How could that be possible?

"Here idiot", she threw the shirt on my face, "how could you not find a piece of cloth lying just in front of your eyes," She said smacking my upper arm.

" It wasn't there Musfi. I swear the last time I chec...," I was in the mid-sentence I realised Musfi already left my room and banged the door on my face.

I heard both of them going downstairs. I quickly got fresh and dressed up. I sprayed my favourite perfume and I was all ready to head downstairs. I had no idea who the guests were.

I bent down and tried to peek from the staircase so that I get a clue, I saw Mahad. Whom I had met earlier in the morning. He was sitting on a chair in the dining room totally engrossed in his phone.

"Hey! Assalamuaalikum brother. What's up?" I walked towards him climbing downstairs and shook hands with him and gave him a brotherly hug.

I guess his family was here for dinner.

"Walaikumassalam, am good. What about you dude? Are you okay? You look tired," he said.

"Oh yeah. Just a little tired," I replied.

Mahad was a cool guy. He expressed good behaviour. And doesn't seem like he was unkind and a bad boy type. He was pretty decent. Unlike me. Lol.

I mean I am pretty decent too but I have anger management issues which bring out the worst side of me. Like I get angry when someone hurts my loved ones. Or someone poking me deliberately without any reason. You know some people just get on your nerves.

"Salam Raashid Uncle," I conveyed salam to him when he came along with Mohammed Maama(mom's brother).

"Walaikumassalam Lihaan, he said " Did you get enough rest?" he completed.

"Oh yeah, I did. But a little tired," I said sinking in the chair.

I got really exhausted today. I didn't get any good sleep from last night.
You guys must be wondering why I came all the way from America to Toronto to complete my studies. Right? Yeah, let me explain.