It was three days after the funeral and I was below sadness. I felt everything turned upside down. Abbas and his family came to our house to say their condolences for the loss and I had to sit with them. I barely looked up. If I did, it was because my neck started to hurt. I was so hurt. I know I should have been engaged with the conversation and I was sorry, but I needed to take care of how I felt.
"Sakina, how are you doing?" Abbas's mother said to me as she leaned to put her hand on my arm.
"I am doing okay," I said with a soft voice. It sounded like I was sick, but it was because I was crying a lot.
"Acha," she replied back with a smile. I looked over at everyone else and I saw Mehdi. I smiled quickly at him and returned playing with the black beads on my black shalwar kameez.
"Sakina, go get some tea," My mom said with a quick smile. I glared at her and replied,
"Why don't you get Laila to do it?"
"Because,"
"Oh yeah because she is your bride and you don't want her to get tired or anything,"
"Sakina! To your room now!" My mom yelled at me. I couldn't believe it. I got up and stomped my feet all the way up to the stairs. I lumped on my bed and started to cry. Why? Why is this always happening to me? I sat up and closed my eyes for a few seconds when the door knocked.
"Yes?" I said with a soft voice. The door opened and I saw Mehdi come in.
"Why are you here?" I said while standing up to go outside to my balcony.
"I am going to be your brother in law soon and I just want you to know that I am going to be like your real brother. You can talk to me whenever you want to. Okay?" He was so sweet, but I knew the rules of Islam.
"It's haram. You know that," I said quickly as I stepped outside and the chilly evening air hit me.
"Yes, but if you think of me as a brother, it won't be," He said as he stepped outside with me.
"Yes, brother. It's just that ever since Laila has been engaged my mom has been mad at me for no single reason and I have no idea why. I hope she won't be like this when Laila goes off," I put my hand on the railing and looked as the sun was setting. Mehdi put his hand on mine and whispered,
"Everything will be okay," Then at that moment, the Adnan sounded.
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The Girl in the Hijab
SpiritualitéThis story is about a girl, Sakina Hashimi, who is in middle school and is Muslim. She wears a hijab and she protects it with her life, it is her heart. First day of Middle School is hard, but with people judging her makes it even harder. Do you th...
