Diary of a Muslim girl

Chapter 3

After a long weekend, I am ready to go back to school. When I look around me, I see that no one is paying any extra attention to me. I sigh. I hope that there wont be any weird happenings today.

But my feelings all topple down when I reach school. Soon I get a headache and feel sleepy throughout the day. I manage to pass through the day even though I feel very empty inside. Coming back from my daydreams, I notice my surrounding empty and I cant help but feel at ease. 

I am suddenly pulled out of my thoughts."Hello! Hello ! Earth to Zainab!!!," said a loud voice. It is my best friend, Zoë watching me with intent eyes. I smile widely.

"Are you okay?! Having a hard time?" She asks on.

"Nope my girl..Just feeling tired. I was  thinking of something and just zoned out," I kind-of lie. I know lying is bad but I can't say the reason yet on why I am acting weird according to her. I mentally roll my eyes at that.

"Well, Alex has called you,me and Clover to a hangout at her house. We are going right?"

"Yeah sure. It's been long since we all did anything together."

Zoë and I have been friends for a very long time. Precisely, 8 years. Over the years we grew close to each other and now everyone knows us as best friends. Many people around school probably thinks that we cannot live without each other for we are often seen together.

"Okay. Zainab, what all books are you reading right now. Which all series so you recommend?"

Yep, I am a big bookworm.

"Well right now I am reading some books on Wattpad. I like how many people around the world write these amazing stories. It gives a chance for normal people around the world to express their feelings and stories through a simple social website," I ramble on. It is true I just cannot tear myself away from wattpad. Glory to God, how intelligent and creative has He made each person's mind.

We talk more. Things like Youtube, daily life, relatives, school etc. The thing about Zoë is that I can talk with her about many things. We don't have much of awkward situations. Thank God for that.

Getting home, I eat my lunch and run towards my new obsession. Yep, Wattpad. Every chapter that I finish is followed by a "just one more chapter" weak response.

Later the day, I am bombarded with a lot of homework and religion studies. After finishing both, I laze around, pray ishaa', the last prayer of the day and fall asleep out of exhaustion.

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"ZAINAB!!!ZAINAB!!! Get up right NOW! You are 10 mins late," shouts my  mom. Looking at the time, I spring up from my bed and hurry to get ready for school. I rush towards the metro station. I end up getting in the metro right when it is about to close. I walk the whole metro towards the last compartment where it is generally free. Since people are staring at me, I walk with sudden interest in the ground. Suddenly, I pass a blue pant and my heart skips a beat. I think I have just passed stranger boy. I am scared for some reason, but I know I have no need to be.

"Hello!" I shout out to my friends.

"Hey. We thought you might have missed your train," says Zoë . I look over to the left where my other friends, Sara, Amanda and Layla are standing.

"You guys then thought wrong cause here I am," I say cheekily. My friends roll their eyes at me. They know that I am weird.

We start our usual talk which gains some glares from the other passengers in the train. This isn't the first time we get that. Infact many of the attendants have lectured us to maintain silence. But we can't. We are too loud for anyone's liking.

The day passes well even though I don't like school much. Soon, it is breaktime.

I sit waiting for Zoë, Alex and Clover to come over to the canteen after their classes. Zoë arrives first munching her food and we have a small talk.

"Hellooooooo," calls Alex waving her hand in front of me. Clover follows with a small smile on her lips. I only share one class with Alex, wheares none with Clover. So this is the only time we get to talk during school hours.

"You are coming to my house, right?"asks a curious Alex.

"Yep," I reply.

"So watcha wanna watch?"

"Something animated, plss..."

I am then greeted with 3 frowning faces.

"No waay!! We are not that young to watch animated movies, you know," Clover and Alex say together.

I sigh. I am not a movie type of girl. But I do dig animated movies. I have my very small circle of likes and dislikes when it comes to movies. You can't blame a girl who really doesn't want to see hundreds of fights and semi-nude people on-screen with their private parts popping out of their shirts. I shudder at even the thought of that.

"Wait, but what is wrong with animated?" backs up Zoë.

I am now thanking her over and over in my head. But i know that this is gonna be a long conversation.

"Nothing wrong but lets watch something good," says Alex,"something spooky."

"Oh please. What about a NO!" I retort. The thing is I still remember nightmares about people with bloody knives  and ghosts coming and trying to kill me.

Alex opens her mouth up to say something but she is broken off by the school bell indicating the next period.

Going home, Alex talks again about her movie plans. I listen to her. Alex is the most good natured in our small group of friends. Knowing her since elementary school, I have never seen her get angry. She is always smiling and caring. So I know I shouldn't be making her hurt.

Before parting, she says,"tell me some movie suggestions and we will have fuunn." I laugh at her craziness and reply with a "sure".

I spend my time thinking about the weekend where we will meet up. I have an internal fight with my mind about whether to go or not. I don't want anything which will require me in the future to add holy water to my eyes, neither do I want to add an another sin to the "long list of sins Zainab is guilty of". After praying Asr, I head towards the masjid for my hifz class. Along the way, I meet my classmates and I walk with them. But I am greeted with a surprise when i see "stranger boy" standing with a friend near him. Or atleast I think it is. You really can't blame a girl to see far away things when she refuses to wear her glasses. Or maybe you can.

As I try to make a talk with my friend, I realize I am stammering. When I near the boys, I look away. Suddenly I feel anger rising in my body. I walk away quickly so that I don't lose my control,

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Author's note :

Assalamu alaikum sisters. Chapter 3 is out. As you can see, i m pretty bad at framing statements and speeches. And trust me, this is not exactly a love story. 

Incase you didn't notice, i am intending to teach my readers small small islamic lessons along the way. So hopefully, that intention will also be fulfilled in this book. In sha allah.

Comment, vote, suggest and pray for me and all the people around the world. Especially the ones who are not having the best life around us.

Oh, one more thing. I accept covers, critics (please be kind :( ) and suggestions for my book.

Until next time. Till then, salaam and take care.