Converting to Islam

Chapter 17

A/N: Oh myy goooosh, it’s been like forever since I updated, I’m so sorry to those of you who were waiting! I was sooo busy these few weeks due to so many exams. But I will try to update regularly every week from now on :) I'm going to update again this saturday by the way to somehow make up for it!!!
Thank you to every one of you who comment, you don’t know how amazing it is to open Wattpad and say “ooh look a comment” and then read it and then feel super happy and then jump around like a maniac- and yeah you know the rest…

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It turned out that Fatima attends the same university as me. I still can’t believe what a huge coincidence it is! It’s been two weeks that we found this out, and since we are able to see each other nearly every day. Finally I have a true friend by my side. Before I had Lucy and Rebecca but neither of them truly supported me. Evidence? How Rebecca ditched me as soon as Lucy left me because of the incident that occurred with Tyler. I don't need them anymore. I now have a friend who can lead me to learn even more about Islam.

Since I converted to Islam, I have been performing my prayer regularly. I must say, it can be quite hard sometimes to get up and do it 5 times a day, and there are times when I feel too lazy to do it. However once I do it, I feel complete. I feel as though I am meditating when I pray.

But I know that it doesn't stop here. There is still another step left to fulfilling my duty. Wearing Hijab. Last week me and Fatima went shopping for scarves and unrevealing clothing. It took a lot to muster up the courage, but finally the time has come: I’ve decided to start wearing it today.

The light of the sun shining on my body reminds me that today is the day I will wear Hijab. Excitement beholds me and instead of clinging to my bed lazily as I usually do, I jump out and proceed to brush my teeth. 

A bunch of clothes are waiting for me on my bed. I put on a long-sleeved white shirt and a maxi baby blue skirt. I examine my choices for the scarf and manage to pick a blue one with sequins that match my skirt. As I wrap it around my head I cannot help but feel that this is what I am meant to do. This is what I was born for. Sure, people will be shocked. Idiots like Thomas may pick on me. Tyler will be mortified. But who cares? I don't care what they think about me.

I look towards Tyler's door which is closed. He's probably still getting ready. Your probably wondering why I’m still living with him even though I'm planning on wearing hijab. Well the answer to that is simple: this Wednesday. This Wednesday is the day that my dad told me to show up for the gathering with Tyler's parents. Once their eyes fall on my hijab, the wedding will be over.

I wear a pair of white shoes and prepare myself to step outside into the open. With Hijab. The breeze blows against my scarf, threatening to tug it off, but it’s not strong enough. I walk across the street full of people, dashing off to work. Cars beep and traffic is present not only on the roads but also on the sidewalks. I walk briskly, trying to avoid people looking at me. 

My heart stops beating as I reach the front of my university. I feel so small as it towers like a massive jail in front of me. I take a deep breath and take my first step into the hallway full of people. I walk with my head down past them, as they stand in groups chatting to one another about studying and parties. I notice a few looks which are then followed by whispers. I clench my fists as I whisper under my breath.