My Classmate

Chapter 3

Asma's POV

2 weeks after the first day of school.

I open my eyes slowly hearing the prayer call for fajir. I drag my self out of bed and go to the bathroom to do wudu. After I was done I prayed with all my heart and asked Allah for mercy because of all the sins I've done in my past. I'am thankful I finally became a good but not perfect muslim.

I opened my closet and was looking for something simple to wear to school today. In case I haven't told you. I take a loooonnnnggg time choosing something to wear. Because I wanna cover all my curves. Showing them is haram in Islam. At the end I chose a black maxi skirt with a white blouse that reaches my thighs. I topped that off with a black ring and a maxi black hijab. I don't like to wear bright colors . People always ask why, but really, I don't know either.

I walked quietly out of the room I share with my 5 sisters.I headed to the kitchen I realized it was still 5:30 am. I ate a bagel with cream cheese and played on my iPod till 6 am so I can wake Amira,Fatima,Shaima, and Fayza up for school. My older sister doesn't go because she my dad forced her to not go to college. She even had a full scholarship. I will never forget what he did to her. She had big dreams and many talents.

My high school is fine, but it's really big an it has so many students, annoying students. My thoughts suddenly went to that strange boy from the first day. What was his name? Yes. His name was Adam. Some thing seemed strange about him. We haven't talked yet but if he annoys me again I will punch him hard.

OMG WHAT IM I THINKING!!!!THATS HARAM Ya Allah forgive me!! Ugh! I don't wanna think about boys and how annoying they are now. Because I have to focus on my education. But something was sure strange about him. Blah what ever.

I glanced at the clock and saw it was 6:00 am now. I get up off the couch we have in our small kitchen and go to the room I share with my sisters. Waking them up slowly, they went to the bathroom one by one. While they were doing their morning routine, I was making them breakfast.

They were eating now and we heard key clinging. Our front door opened to reveal "dad". He was full of the smell of cigarets. It was making my nose tickle which I hated. He aggravated me with his smoking. He is 67 now and he started when he was 17. I'm still surprised why his lungs aren't dying.

He started mumbling some curses under his breath when he saw us eating.He hates us. He never cared about us. All he did is just bring us to America and make our lives worst by having no money and living in the governments hands.

I hate him. I never felt him as a father, because he's never done job as a father. But in Islam you have to respect your parents.

"Do you want me to make you coffee?" I asked hoping he won't break my heart with his words. But sadly he did. "No! I don't want your shit." Ya Allah I ask you for patience. He is cursing in front of the children.

I made the girls wash their hand after eating and made them wear their shoes. I couldn't stand seeing my father like this. He disgusted me. His smell, his voice that gave me shivers from being scared, and his cursing.

He never prayed from his heart, or asked his god for forgiveness. Unlike my mom who doesn't miss a prayer. Who always tried her best to keep her children happy. I love my mom. And without her, I'm nothing.
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"Bye girls!" I say to The girls as I dropped them off to school. They waved back and ran to the entrance. Amira is 8 and started wearing the hijab which makes me so proud of her. Fatima is 7 and Fayza is 5. She just started pre-k. And Shaima is in middle school, she walks to it, it was the closest we found for her. I turn my heel and headed for the train station.
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I get off the train and make my way towards the school. It was raining and I hate it because my skirt gets wet. Ugh. Why does have to rain ya Allah? I picked up my skirt above my ankles and start to speed walk. I start to think about my school. It's been good so far and everything is going great. I smile feeling happy and keep fast walking.

Suddenly I hear foot steps behind me. That are way too close. That made me walk faster. But the faster I walk the more the footsteps get closer. I turned around to see who it was but no one was there.

Oh god, what if it's a demon.  I recite some Quran and keep walking. The foot steps were gone but now they're back again. I turn again and a napkin with some thing on it was pressed to my face. Just then, everything was dark and I was unconscious.
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Hiiii! Chapter three is here. Well I hope u guys liked it. Sorry foe the cliffhanger. Hahahahah. I'm evil. Any ways thanks to sourwolfie and for being the first person to add my story. Byeee. Ps that's Sofia on the side.