Converting to Islam

Chapter 16

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"If you love me, will you convert to Islam for me?"

"Wait what? I thought you were joking."

Can he get anymore stupid? I look him right in the eye and said I’m converting but he still doesn’t take me seriously?

"Um, no. I am serious."

"Wait... So you pray, and everything? Don't tell me you’re planning to dress like Muslims too?"

"Well… I already pray 5 times a day. Hopefully I will also start wearing Hijab."

"Oh wow... You really are serious." 

As I watch his face there seems to be something contradictory. His feet starts pacing around the room as he scratches his head thoughtfully. He seems to be in a state of confusion, unsure what to do.

"Um, I’ve got something to do," he mumbles as he awkwardly stumbles out the room.

Once he leaves and shuts the door, I stand behind it, confused at his strange reaction. Then I hear him talking behind the door. I stick my ear to the door and try to listen to what I can. He seems to be talking to someone on the phone.

"Hey. Dude what should I do now?" He says to the unknown person on the other side of the phone.

There is a slight pause then he says, "Something about converting to Islam. How should I go about this?"

What the hell is going on? Who is he talking to?

Another pause is made as he listens to the other side of the phone. I can hear his footsteps as he walks up and down the hall repetitively. 

"Are you sure...? It’s kinda her choice..."

The rest of the conversation remains unrevealed to me; Tyler slips into his room in the middle of the phone call, and shuts the door. 

For the remainder of the evening it is hard for me to study. The words he was saying into the phone stay fresh in my mind and all I can do is recall them again and again. They even follow me into my bed, and refrain me from having a peaceful sleep. Before I know it its morning again.

The brilliant sunshine penetrates my skin, demanding me to get up. I stretch my limbs lazily, meanwhile thanking Allah for allowing me to wake up once again. I get dressed in a jiffy, by simply throwing on some loose jeans and a three quartered sleeved shirt. My hair is tied up into a bun and I apply some sun cream on my face. Honestly, I’ve never been a fan of makeup, which is probably why I’m not exactly popular with boys. I don’t care though; I prefer it this way.