Seher

chapter 2

"Seher! Seher!" Someone was calling my name. Soon enough I had a girl with dark red scarf wrapped around her head beautifully. Her eyes sparkled when she saw me and her smile was the brightest.

"Assalamualaikum, your highness." I rolled my eyes as I hugged her and she hugged me back.

It was weird kind of affection but Hiba had made me accustomed to it and I think some part of me even craved it. I felt like I never wanted to let go.

"Walaikum assalam."

"You've skipped loads of classes this week, seher. The teachers were angry and when I say angry I mean hella angry." She kept on blabbering.

"I'll catch up. I talked to Mrs. Anderson she said she will send one of her star students to tutor me for a week or so."

"Oh alhamdulillah. Not every teacher is that understanding. We should bake some cookies for her. Whaddya think?"

We were practically rushing towards canteen. Both of us came empty stomach to school since I always woke up late and Hiba's financial condition was not good enough to always have a stocked up pantry. Since her father left her mother did everything she could but they struggled all the time.

"Anderson will think I am buttering her up for good grades."

All of a sudden we were pushed back or more like thrown down.

There was Stacy staring down at us. In the most easy language she was the queen bee, the goddess who had skin as smooth as a butter and hair as shiny as an eggless mayonnaise. Whatever, you get what I am trying to say? She was a full package deal that means she was bitchy, arrogant and mean. After all she got to the top of the mountain by putting others down.

Stacy Harrington thought that she had some kind of superiority over Hiba Malik. And always found some way to torment her with social humiliation.

I quickly stood up and helped Hiba. She has been the centre of all bullying activities because of the hijab she wore and even though I wanted to wear it too but seeing everyone's attitude toward her I restrained myself from wearing it. I wanted to accept my faith but I didn't wanted to stand out either. Nobody wants to be a target.

"Hey is she trying to make you join her little extremist jihadist group or something."

The group of people surrounding us looked at Hiba was distaste and some otherd giggled.

Stacy was so annoying I wanted to slam her head against the wall but I controlled myself and instead looked at the face of a girl who was surrounded by people who hated her she still was confident and it looked like she didn't care at all.

She didn't care that people say bad things about her and that she would never be popular and everyone always saw her in a negative aspect but still she radiated that kind of light that made you want to look twice and thrice.

The only extremist mentality person present here was you Ms Harrington , I wanted to say but Hiba clutched my hand tightly refraining me from speaking.

There she was standing straight with the head held high taking no effect. Instead took a few steps forward towards the girl who is beautiful in every physical way but radiates ugliness from her soul.

there was tension in the air everyone held their breath as if there was going to be a cat fight outbreak any second or something but Hiba had a smile and quietly said

"Salaam"

For a few seconds Stacy, she couldn't speak a single word and then Hiba took my hand and led me out.

After that we ate and I started telling Hiba about my cousin's in india whom I have never met. Canteen lady was kind enough to tell us not to eat the peri peri potato wedges chef had prepared today as she put extra spices and herbs as revenge for him putting toothpaste in her shampoo.

Lucky for us Stacy ended up taking a whole lot of those wedges and midway lunch she had to run to the bathroom.

Me and Hiba both parted our ways after school as she lived at the other side of the town and I forgot to check my phone for any messages or calls so while waiting for the bus I took out my phone and the first thing that got my attention was five miss calls from Ali. Pushing the argument I had with him at the back of my mind I dialled his number and he was not answering
.I got worried because he never called me before. I went home and there wasn't any lock on the door which was weird.

In the living room there were a lot of people families some I recognised some I didn't. I didn't know what was wrong i scanned the room and when my eyes landed on the boy sitting at the back with his eyes red and puffy my heart dropped... he was crying. I was suddenly by his side asking him what was wrong but he didn't spoke a single word to me and turned his face away then my aunt although she was more a family friend came to me and hugged me tight and patted my back and said

"so sorry for your loss."

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