The Not-So Perfect Muslim Twins [COMPLETED]

Chapter Two: Classy Notes

Assalamu Alaykum warahmatullahi wabarakaatuhu, 

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It's the second chapter. Enjoy :)

CHAPTER TWO: Classy Notes

Yadirah

It was one fine day today. The wind, the rain, the numbness and... of course my dad screaming at my mom once again today. Sometimes it was funny and annoying how they would always get along, but when they fought, the whole house would erupt into flames. When my dad had something to fight about, my mother wouldn't say a word. When my mom had something to fight about, my dad wouldn't say a word. But that's exactly what scares me the most. The silence. The silence scared me more than the screaming. Because whether you believe it or not, silence always speaks louder than the screams in this apartment.

A knock came at the door and I saw Suwaydah with her dull and expressionless face come into my room without letting me answer first. She closed the door behind her and got into bed with me, taking one of my pillows and putting it around her ears so as not to hear the screams. She fell asleep within minutes. Suwaydah was the type that would never ask for help. She would just do what she wanted without disturbing anyone. It was Saturday night and I couldn't sleep at all. I quietly grabbed my laptop and opened up to my story writing. Writing was a hobby I enjoyed. I never used to post my work or anything. I would just randomly start stories and probably finish writing them if I wanted to. The whole night passed with the house tense and the rooms darkened.

Binyamin

What a happy marriage this is... laughing during the day and fighting during the night. I was still studying, picking up the important information and trashing the rest. My brain only had space for facts and I don't like polluting it with nonsense. When my dad started screaming, I put my pen down and sat back in my chair, trying to drift to sleep by the yelling and the screaming. Shaitan's got his way for sure. He's even got his way into seeping into the mind of my father who always laughs, smiles and practically never gets mad.

He's never once gotten mad with Yadirah or I. He was never strict either. He loved us. But when he did get angry, he would take it out on our mom which isn't much of a good thing. My mom was the opposite. Whenever she was angry, not only would she take it out on my father, but also us. Except Suwaydah though. Mom and Suwaydah were very much alike. Both sarcastic, fun and sometimes a little moody when angry. But you could never get bored with them. I got up from my chair, stretched, opened the door and quietly slipped out. I started making my way to Yadirah's room. You can't possibly think I could sleep in this noise, or can you? When I opened the door, Yadirah quickly put her laptop away and hid under the blanket. I laughed lightly and saw that Suwaydah was already asleep.

"When did she come in?" I asked, going to sit at the edge of Yadirah's bed.

"Oh, it's just you." She said, taking her blanket off her head. "Like fifteen minutes ago I guess. You couldn't sleep?" She asked. I nodded. "Let's tell scary stories!" She squealed quietly. Suwaydah opened her eyes and saw me.

"Oh... you came out of your room." Suwaydah said, a little shocked.

"Yeah, my palace, just so I can have a meet and greet with you commoners." I grinned. Yadirah took her pillow and slammed it into my face. Suwaydah did the same. "Ouch! Okay, fine, fine... yeah I couldn't sleep." I said. "So who's going to start?" I asked.

Yadirah took her pillow back and grinned. "I will." She announced, in a very creepy voice. I hope the man she marries loves horror stories....

We ended up spending a full hour on stories, until we all fell asleep on the same queen size bed that Yadirah had begged for not too long ago.