AREEZAH✔️

° Jameel °

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Monday came like a rush. I almost fell off from my bed when I remembered that I had school to go to, that was how I ran all over the house just to get ready for school.
It would be my second time in the school but the first visit didn't count, since I just came to get my scheduled time table. USMANU KHALEEL UNIVERSITY SOKOTO (UKUS) was a very large one, I didn't plan on touring the school or I should just say my school, but from the looks of it. It was huge.

It's surely going to be hard, but I did a silent prayer inside of me for ya illahi to guide me wherever I'm going. Students and lecturers could be seen every where, I mean all over the place. But it's a school of course what was I expecting?

There are literally set of three groups of students who are here in this university.

Those that stare at you and probably grabbed that you're here for the first time and look you straight in the eyes and smile sinisterly at you knowing fully well that you've just submitted yourself into hell itself.

I just passed a group of students and that was exactly how they acted. I had to gulp before walking past them.

Those that are literally ready to jump right at you to kill you. This ones are even capable of killing you at night and this was the exact same reason I didn't want to get a hostel. Their eyes are so narrowed and I got scared.

Don't blame me, I just passed someone of that nature too.

Those that don't even care if you're in school or not. This particular ones could even walk with their heads held up high and match you right at your face and they won't even turn back to see if something had happened to you.

This kind of people mind their business and I loved it alot. I knew I just met these ones and I also know that there are alot more to meet. Now that I remember, let me say it. Isn't it something of norms that one's mother gives lectures before starting a university?

I mean, I was expecting it earlier today while we were eating breakfast at the table with my family. In fact, my mother didn't utter a word and I thought maybe, just maybe it wasn't needed. It isn't like I didn't know what's good and what's bad, but as per good pearenthood as I have been taught, they should give good advices to their children.

I sighed.

It isn't a new thing though, it happens alot with me. I can't deny the fact that my mother provides essential needs for me but I've always craved for her attention. The relationship I had with my dad sometimes I wish it was the same with my mum. But Allah is the best of planners and he chose what was good for me.

Drowned in my own thoughts, I zoomed back to present and I remembered that I can't be late to class. I started to walk-run if that's even a word.

I wasn't even paying attention, my aim at that time was to get to class using the map given to me from the school. Right then, I bumped into someone and the map went flying up. I did a silent prayer thanking God for not carrying a handbag, otherwise my books would have littered the floor by now.

"Hey! Watch where you're going!" A voice boomed and I was frightened, it wasn't entirely my fault, not minding though I apologized.

"Sorry," I uttered not able to look up at whoever he was, because he wasn't a mahram to me.

"Sorry? You think you can just throw yourself at me and say sorry? Do you even know who I am?" The deep voiced guy continued, he was getting angry at a little issue one which he was also at fault.

"Mister, I already apologized. I have no interest in knowing who you are." I replied, already dreading the fact that I'll miss my first lecture ever in this school.

Isn't this a bad luck?

"look here you slut in disguise, I know you just want to be like other girls. You want money right? C'mon say it, I have enough! I can give you the double of what you ask for." I still didn't look up at this ill mannered soul but I discarded the idea right when I heard the accusating words he threw at me.

I slapped him. He was very tall but I did it anyways.

I didn't know the time I slapped him and I didn't even regret it either. Now that I can see his features, his face looks familiar. It then clicked that it was this guy that dropped his glasses at that wedding. A disrespectful cow.

I slapped him. Again.

I needed to teach him a lesson. He can't just go around talking anyhow to whoever he wants. "listen, I have no regrets of my actions and I'm not afraid of you either. This isn't the first time we are meeting but I pray to ya Allah that it's the last because you disgust me." I voiced out to him, he looked as if he was about to rip off my head but I bent down and picked up my map.

I was about to leave when he said. "You must surely pay for what you have done. You slapped me, Jameel Ahmad of all people."

I crossed my arms pursing my lips, "So now you think I'm scared?" I let out a low laugh and continued. "You. Can't. Do. Anything. Dude."

I made sure to put emphasis on those words to make sure that the message I'm passing isn't just a mere word from me. I did meant it and I wasn't even scared of him one bit.

He let out a growl before zooming past me fumbling with his leather jacket and leaving.

I was surprised I said a lot. Given my nature, I don't say much. I prefer to have conversations in my head and I think almost all of the time. Even saying what I feel out loud doesn't feel right. But some people mistake this for timidness. They'd think you can't stand up to them and so say whatever they feel like.

Someone like Jameel.

I didn't know if he was a student or a lecturer or something else. But he looked too old to be a student maybe and I'm sure he's not around my age. I didn't care anyways, I know it is not right to disrespect others but I lowered my gaze. He was the one that pulled my button.

I was not even over dressed for him to call me a disguised slut. He meant that I bumped into him on purpose just to get his attention. His poor thinking skills. My jallabiyah was a long one and I had a veil raided up on my head so it made me comfortable to stand for my right.