My tears to perfection

Chapter 2

The next day at school I was sitting in my Biology class minding my own business, chit chatting with my friends while trying to finish the assessment that was assigned. 

SLAM! The door flung open and an angry girl walked in, her school skirt rolled up until it looked more like a belt that a skirt, her blouse tight and busting from the many alterations that left no room for imagination and the thick foundation layer, highlighted, bronzed and her feature drawed on more dramatically. A look more suitable for a club that a high school enviroment. 

"Meg this is no way to enter into the classroom" my ancient teacher squakwed. 

"Sorry Mrs Dilmore" she said while chewing her gum annoyingly.

The teacher walked over to her, and inspected her up and down.

"I am going to go and get some printing and when I come back I expect the skirt to be appropriate for school and button your blouse up. Less of that make-up missy."

Is it bad of me to say that I really like this teacher at times?

Meg look infuriated and watches as the teacher walks out before loudly proclaiming to the class.

"At least I have freedom, I can do and wear what I want, unlike some people." She looks at me with a sneer.

I just shake my head and get back to my work, no use in arguing with an idiot. 

"I mean seriously, why do you wear a towel on your head? Or is it a tablecloth or wait! Is it a curtain?"

"C'mon Meg stop." a random guy says 

"Why Jared? Why is she wearing it? I mean what the hell? She covers so much of herself, it suffocates me to see her, not having any freedom, not being allowed to show her hair. Wait do you have hair?" She says while strutting over towards me.

Deep calm breaths Sarah. Think nice thoughts, chocolate, candy, Harry Potter.

"Oh wait, I bet its your parents! They probably meet you up every night so you have to wear it, I mean obviously you wouldn't choose to wear it, I mean now I know your not that stupid. Or are you?"

OH HELL TO THE NO!

"Excuse me for being rude it advance, but who the hell are you to determine whether or not I have the mental capability of not choosing to dress like you? Just because I do not like to show almost every part of my body, you think that I am opressed?"

"Seriously, you are just defending yourself so you don't sound like a looser. Covering yourself so much. The hell girl. You know you don't have to do this here right?"

This girl is so out of line.

I take a deep breath before starting, 

"Just because I don't fit into societies version of how I should dress you think that I am opressed. Me using my legal right as a citizen of this country, this planet and as a living human being, my right to express myself in any way is simply my choice. Just because..."

"you have no identity for f**k sake!"

I hold up my index finger

"Let me finish sour candy, just because I do not I submit to what your idea of what apperance and clothing should be like does not mean that I do not have freedom. In fact you are scared and I make you squirm. Just because I am choosing not to submit to any humanic form of instructions, orders or trends you think that I have no identity. I ask you...no...let me finish sweetheart, I ask you is my identity recognized by me showing my hair or any other part of my body? Do I look as if I have been abused all my life. I am happy. You think that you have more of an identity than me? What is your identity? I don't question you on your clothing so you shouldn't question my clothing. And let me tell you this honey, if all the hijabis took off their hijab then there would be no guys left for you."

The class erupts.

"Ohooooooo"

"Damn she got you girl."

"Go Sarah."

"Pathetic Sarah really pathetic, whatever you say I know you don't want to wear that stupid thing."

"Go away Meg you make me fall asleep with you senseless chatter." I make shooing motions with my hands.

I take a deep breath and look away, I don't realize that I am staring at someone, my vision re-focuses and I see Omar, staring at me with a mixture of confusion and....is it possible awe and respect.

Before I look away he mouths; "Good One."

Shock, Disbelief.

Is he on crack?

I turn my head away, but not before raising my eyebrows in disbelief at him.

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I get home late and tired from the stupid Biology assessment. As soon as my head hits the pillow I fall asleep and eventually start dreaming.

A beautiful boy. A toddler. Milky white skin, soft tufts of hair and he is reaching out to me with his oh so adorable tiny hands. 

I pick him up, and cuddle him close. He smiles up at me and suddenly a mental voice says;

"Your exams are near."

and I wake up just as the azaan alarm clock for fajr goes off. 

Confused by the dream, it is known that a dream before fajr comes true. What did the baby mean? Exams are near? It's the beginning of the year, so what?

I open my Macbook and search for an authentic Islamic Interpretation of dream website, this is proved my hadiths. I type in small baby boy in dream.

'hardships and grief' it says.

I shut down the laptop and whisper a quick dua.

"Oh Allah have mercy on me."

I am sure this is not a usual exam.