Our Worlds

Under the same roof

Hajara POV:

I opened my eyes groggily, I was in a different room and sleeping beside a ...... a guy with my scarf on. 

I'm sleeping beside a guys?

 My body froze with terror and I managed to release one of my loudest scream. 

Yusuf sleepily placed his hand over my mouth carelessly and smacked a kiss on the cheek before my voice could reach my mom's ears, like this was some normal everyday routine. I clutched the bedsheet harder trying to digest what just happened. 

"Your the worst Fajr alarm clock ever." He whispered in my ear causing goosebumps to erupt on my skin. His arm were all over me and I completely blamed him for this situation. I sat up quickly covering my red face with my hands in shame and disgust. 

Eww! I don't know how couples manage to sleep together. 

I quickly bolted out of the room before Yusuf could have any stupid second thought. That was truly embarrassing!

It was already Fajr salah, I quickly made wudhu and rewrapped my scarf around my head. Yusuf was standing at the gate bidding my mother a polite good bye, he was going out  for his Fajr salah wearing his usual sweatshirt and jeans as he hugged my mom on the way. Isn't this guy a true idiot? Following the sunnah of the prophet is one of the biggest thing a muslim has to fulfill and this guy was blind too see that. The prophet wore a thobe all the time and this guy can't even wear a thobe for few minutes for salah. Idiot! 

"Bye, auntie. I loved it here." He hugged my mother warmly.

Something changed him, I was definitely on my quest to find out what! 

"Your always welcome here dear, anytime. After all, your my favourite nephew." My mom told him pulling his cheeks and waving back as Yusuf headed out the door. When he caught me staring, he winked releasing on of his charming smile leaving me there dumbfounded.

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*One month later*

Yusufs POV:

Our parents had left few weeks ago to Canada, it was November now with snow showering over America and our giant roof that covered all of our four heads. We were told to live in my aunts house since it's bigger and had more space for all four of us to fit in. Me and Benyamin took the two bedrooms in the bottom floor while the girls were upstairs in their old bedrooms. We were strictly told that we couldn't stay with each other in the same bedroom until we turned eighteen. However, movie nights in the house or dates were apparently 'allowed'. Weird isn't it?

The sun lightened the house as I removed the curtain away from the window giving it free access to enter the house. The house lingered with a delicious aroma from the food that was  being prepared by Hajara while Sarah was busy packing them and helping Hajara like a true heroic sister. 

 "Assalamualaikum, girls be ready by eight or we'll be late." I peeked in the kitchen, interupting their conversation. They both looked at me at the same time and nodded. 

Going back to my room, I stuffed my bag with my textbooks and put on my black jeans and shirt and a hooded jacket. There I was ready for school!

"Bro, I'm going to school without you two. You couples are sooo slow." Benyamin yelled sassily across from his room. "I'm taking Sarah with me cause she's ready." 

"Well, that's news, how did that happen? Sarah is always late."

He peeked in my room with his backpack on and grinned devishly. "Yeah, I know right. I wonder why?" He whispered as quietly as possible.