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Meet Nisreen

"Nisreeen! Wake up, you have school!" My mother hollered from downstairs.

I woke up and immediatly went to the washroom. Gazing at my reflection in the mirror, I stared in disgust at my flawless, milk-white skin and sharp blue eyes. I released my hair from my messy bun and let my loose, dark brown waves hang low below my round bottom. I huffed in annoyance at the nonexistent dark circles under my nonexistent eye crust that nearly everyone in the world has when they wake up- excluding me of course. Running a hand through my dark brown waves that-did I mention- reached below my plump bottom and thin waist.

"I'm so fat..." I groan into the mirror as I clutch my toned, flat tummy and stare in the mirror at my disgusting thigh gap. "I really need to stop eating as much." I whisper to myself. I quickly strip off my clothes and hop into the shower lettin the warm water run over my flawless skin and stretchmark-less skin. I was happy that God had granted me flawless skin and no stretch marks. I eat like a pig and don't exercise one bit, but look at me now, I'm only 17 years old, 5'3"(short I know :3) and weigh only 86lbs.

"Nisreen! Hurry up now!" My mother screeches once again. I quickly recieve my pink, frilly makeup bag- but I'm not a girly girl or anything,lol- and apply light makeup. Which includes, primer, toner, concealer(liquid AND powder), mascara, blush, and a teensy-weensy bit of eyeliner. I don't want to look like the sluts and whorebags at my school with too much makeup caked on their faces :3. I search quickly through my closet for something modest to wear- well everything in my closet is modest because I am a devote Muslimah. I slip on a pair of skin tight skinny jeans with a revealing white tanktop and cardigan thats JUST short enough to not cover my butt.

"Great, perfect! Nice and modest.." I mumble to myself as I reach for bun enhancer and wrap it around my already high bun. I make sure it's not too big because I dont want to have a camel hump but lets just say its about the size of a watermelon :). I take a random scarf and wrap it around my head, ACCIDENTALLY showing a little neck. I slip on 2 inch wedges, grab my Louis Vuitton purse- but my family is actuallly really poor tbh- and head down the stairs.

"Oh Nisreen! There you are! I'll give you a ride honey!" My Haifa Wehbe lookalike mom suggests. What a bitch, I hate her, she never lets me do ANYTHING!

"Leave me alone mom!" I screech. She gives a soft smile, kisses my cheek and says"Okay, habibti." before placing caviar in front of me.

"You're such a bitch! Why do you abuse me and why are we so poor! Oh god mom I hate you!" I screech once again. Gosh she is SO irritating! My mother softly wraps a hijab around the luscious waves I inherited from her. My mom is actually 42 but she looks like she's 21, but that doesnt matter. Anyways, after I finish my caviar, I scream in my mother's face once more before strutting out the door. I don't need a ride from her, it's okay I can walk. I'm completely capable of walking down the street by myself. I mean, I am dressed modestly so no man would ever dare to cross me!

Sooner than later I arrive at my high school and strut through the doors, but as soon as I am enveloped in the mob of kids I cower in fear and my extreme social anxiety and shyness resurfaces. As you can tell from earlier in my day, I am an extremely shy and nervous person and only open up to my closest friends- which of course are Muslim too! I reach my locker and find my 2 best friends waiting there and their heads lift up and broad smiles cover their faces when they noticed I arrived.

My first friend, Mariam, is a shy (just like me), devote muslimah (just like me) and was wearing her niqab and abaya. She greets me with a Salam and I reply with a Walaykum.

"Oh my God Nisreen! You look so modest and stylish in that outfit!" Mariam compliments as I pick at my false nails. My other friend, the outgoing and slightly less devote Muslimah- Fatima- smiles and agrees with Mariam before pulling me into a warm embrace. I hug her back and quickly study her outfit- what a slut. She's wearing a long, loose maxi skirt and long button-up cardigan which doesn't frame her body. Her hijab bun is low and she has an ugly tribal patterened hijab which covers her chest. Her face is makeup-free and she has a few pimples on her chin, I almost gag up the caviar I had for breakfast.

"Oh hi guys!" I say, plastering on a smile. We make pointless conversation before I head to class, it's almost winter so it's pretty much the middle of the school year so I've gotten used to where all my classes are and stuff. ANYWAYS. I begin to make my way to the first class of the day(Math) and begin to scurry because I'm almost late becaus eit took me literally FOREVER to get to the other side of the school. I hate arriving late for class, as soon as I walk in I know everyone is gonna start staring at me and I hate that so, so much! Anyways, I turn he corner clutching my books to my chest and looking down when I SLAM into a brick wall and fall on my cute bottom, my books flying everywhere. "Oh Allah." I mumble as I begin to collect my stuff.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry I didn't see you there." I heard a husky, deep voice say. I look up and notice that no- I did not bump into a wall- IT WAS A PERSONN :O. Wow, I could swear to God that he felt almost identical to a concrete or brick wall. Crazy huh? I never knew the body of a 17 year boy could feel so similar to a solid brick wall! He had gorgeous chocolate brown hair which he was running his fingers through and mesmerizing blue orbs that had little green specks in them. I found it strange he was carrying orbs but he quickly shoved it in his pocket and turned to look at me again. His skin was a tan sort of colour-but he was still light-skinned-lol, I wouldnt want him to be anything darker than the colour of sand amirite?? I saw veins protruding out of his arms and hands and gazed at his face once again. We were just staring at each other-eerily silent. There was no one else in the hall ways for some strange reason- probably all in class, which is where I should be right now but choose to be here instead. 'I need to lower my gaze.' I thought.

His jawline was so sharp it cut me. I gasped in pain and clutched my hand and he hurriedly rushed to me. "Are you okay? What happened?" He said. "Y-your jawline." I managed to whisper. "Oh my Allah, I'm so sorry. It does that sometimes." He said and grinned sheepishly as my blood began to seep onto the floor. I didn't know he was Muslim, wild huh? He ripped his shirt off and tore it shreds, taking one of the shreds and tying it around my hand which was still pouring blood like I'd cut an artery. But the cut wasn't even that deep, most likely only cut a capillary. What ever. I gazed at his long, dark eyelashes ignoring the fact that he was 1)shirtless and on his knees, 2)touching me, 3)late for class just like me, and 4) Muslim.

I then realize how horrible this situation is- a NON-MAHRAM IS TOUCHING ME?!?! He finishes tying and I yelp and jump up as he stares at me- startled. I run and leave him in the hall way as I begin to sprint to the bathroom and lock myself in a stall. Sitting on the toilet lid I wrap my arms around my knees and begin to weep. I can't believe that just happened.

I lost my virginity to a non-mahram.