Thoughts and Drafts lol

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It's always been like this. She woke up drenched in her own sweat, heavy breathing, eyes shot with fear. Which never really made sense to her, since her dreams were always so peaceful. Maybe too peaceful? She felt this fear surge through her body, freezing her in place.

A sudden, loud banging on the door shook her out of her trance. Her eyes and hands relaxed and she looked at her now locked door. She let out an exasperated breathe of relief when she heard her brother yell from the other side.

"I literally CANNOT be late because your lazy ass sleeps too long. Can you, for the love of God, just hurry up, Sirat?!" she tilted her head back looking straight up at the ceiling, laughing at his impatience.

"Yah, yah! I get it, Mustafa. Relax we still have an hour before school starts," Sirat gets out of bed, scratching the top of her scalp then clenching her curls, heading for the bathroom.

After ten minutes, she races down the stairs to the kitchen. Her content mother and grumpy brother greeting her in the kitchen.

"Gosh, you took your sweet time just to look that ugly." He contracts his face lookin Sirat up and down as if he saw a 5'6 distorted rat infront of him.

"Your hair is sticking up," was the only reply she made before sitting down and taking a bite of the malawah her mom made. She boredly watched her brother franticly brush his hands over his head attempting to fix his wavering nest.

"If you think you're funny, think again rat king." He sneered.
"Look bro, you can stay mad but you're hair still looks like you ran through a forest naked." she retorted, sticking our tongue out just for the fun of it.
"If you two argue any longer, you'll both be late for school. I suggest you stop trying to give me a headache first thing in the morning, and leave." Their mother's sweet yet authorative voice echoeing upon the bickering pair.

Sensing the annoyance in their mother's voice, the pair quickly headed out the door. Sirat didn't miss the chance to adjust the point at the tip of her hijab infront of the mirror near her front door before racing out.

Sirat fixated her earbuds then stuck her hands in her sweater pockets. Walking with her brother to school was never that much exciting. They both just walked and minded themselves. Sirat had her music playing in her earbuds while Mustafa just focused on the path ahead of him. As awkward as it may seem, the silence between them was anything but. The two shared a comfort in the silence, as long as they were together they didn't need to speak.

The young 16 year old girl teetered her eyes amoung her surroundings to spotted, from the corner of her eye, an old man glaring at her from down the street. He was walking in the opposite direction as her, so she didn't think much of it. She looked back at him one more time, only to breifly lock eyes and swiftly turn her gaze away. Realizing that she acknowledged his presence, the man turned the other direction and went for the intersection the siblings were heading for.

In an instant, Sirat closed the distance between her and her brother out of fear. He looked down at his sister confused as to why she suddenly felt the need to invade his personal space, only to see a look of fear from the girl.

"Look across the street, the man has been staring at me for the past few minutes. I don't know why, but now he's trying to come to our side of the street." Sirat quickly explained with a shaky breath. Mustafa looked up and saw a man glaring in their direction. He quickly latched his hand onto his younger sister's wrist and hid her behind him. Within a couple of seconds the siblings walked past the old man. Still contining on their path as if the old man was just another stranger.

"Well well, what a pretty young girl. Why don't you take that rag of your head so we can see your beautiful hair, hm?" chuckled the old man as he stopped and faced the pair. His gaze grew darker as they had continued on their path not even sparing him a look. "What? Are you two vigilantes just going to ignore me? What manners you have!" He scoffed and waited a couple seconds to hear even the slightest reply or acknowledgement. None came as the two walked further away from him. His ego hurt he continued to walk in the other direction mumbling curses under his breath.

"It took everything in me not to go back and punch him right in the face." Mustafa barked out of anger. He knew ignoring these things were the safest thing they could do but it bothered him so much to think that people like the old man could just get away with it.

"Relax, John Cena. it's not like that'll help anyone. Besides we're almost at school, let's just walk the rest of the way in peace." Sirat attempted to lighten the mood and ease his mind. She always knew of the 17 year old's extreme overprotectiveness could blind him with anger. It was never a pretty sight to see.

Taking and deep breath and nodding to his sister's words, he takes the turn and walks towards the large building.

"Ight, make sure not to fuck up today. Not that it matters anyways it is your junior year." Mustafa comments, eyeing Sirat as she looked at him with the most flat and disappointed face.

"Do you really consider that some first day advice? It's almost as shitty as all the shit in your head," she continues on, passing her brother on her way inside the school.

"I DON'T HAVE SHIT IN MY HEAD!" Mustatfa cried out to Sirat. She flipped him off and continued to her homeroom class.

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wouldn't be nice if this was like an actually story? like if i just decided to like write out this story it would be a nice to see a cool funny coming of age story with a muslim girl THAT DOESNT decide to take her hijab for a white boi 🤗