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The Head Cover-9

Salam. Four days more to finish this story. Anybody want to help me? PM me??? I want someone to write me a chapter. I will give you the situation and verses, you have to write more than three wattpad pages for it. That's it. Thank you. Now to the story. Oh and please go back and vote if you haven't voted for previous chapters.

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Chapter 9. The new plot against me

I sat there rigid in his seat. He was carefully leaning against his chair, his chin rested atop his palms. His sharp eyes noticed my every movement. I wanted to ask ‘What’s with you, old man?’ But I just kept quiet and let him stare.

I didn’t’ know how much time had passed before he opened his mouth to talk. I waited, anticipated for his words. However deep down I really knew what would come next.

“Your scarf, it makes you stand apart.  You shouldn’t wear it to the school; it’s not under the dress code.”

Did you know what I did after he said it? I really shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t control the urge to wipe that awful smug smirk in his lips. He thought he won, but I didn’t want to fail. So I did only possible thing that could make him look confused. I, Zara Malik, laughed out so loud and my eyes watered. How funny this situation could be?

“Mr. Russell, I hope you’re just joking with me.” That made his face twist into an ugly scowl. I didn’t resist the urge to say the next thought in my mind.

“'Umar (r.a) said, “Generosity is an easy thing. It is a smiling face and kind words.” I said simply as I smiled a polite smile.

His reaction was a narrow eyed glare. I just shrugged. I maybe a shy girl, but it wasn’t like I couldn't defend myself. I could and that was what these people failed to notice.

 They thought that I would take whatever they gave, but I wasn’t that stupid and fragile. I wasn’t a loser in any ways. I followed truth and I wouldn’t back down from it. I wanted to fight for my rights and I always did. islam gave me right for that and I wasn't a slave.

“Generosity, you say, Ms. Malik?” He asked with a sneer. I nodded solemnly. There was no reason to get angry. I murmured inside my lips, but it seemed that he heard as well.

“The Messenger of Allah (pbuh) said, ‘Anger is a burning coal. It burns in the heart.’” That was why I always try to talk to everyone politely. It wasn't like I was a coward, but I was a true Muslim, or at least I was trying to be one.

“Keep your teachings to yourself. I want you to stop wearing the scarf or I will do things legally!” He said with rage. I didn’t know what was his problem? Dang it. It wasn’t like there were any dress codes around here. But I knew. He had to do everything to push me away from my religion. He didn’t want a Muslim girl around here, who could tempt other girls with the safety of a Hijab, the safety of an outer covering, which would protect them from eyes of nasty men.

“Teachings are supposed to be taught! However, now we’re not here to do things, right, are we? But Mr. Russell, act like a teacher. You’re not some warrior against a Muslim girl. I was fine in this school before, no one thought wearing a scarf is against the school rule. So what changed today and it is the first day you accept your post.”

I knew he understood my innuendo about ‘Don’t you have any other work other than chattering about my Hijab? This is after all your first day.’

He didn’t take it quite well, but I could see he was trying to act professional. I didn’t give him a chance to speak, I took it for myself. I broadened my grin as I readjusted my Hijab and placed my hands firmly on his desk. If he wanted not to act like a respectful teacher, then I didn’t have any problem to act as a disrespectful student. Heard about Give respect, take respect? Hello, that was my mantra.