I woke up to the annoying buzz of my alarm clock. I barely opened my eyes, checking the time at 11:00 a.m and looked around slumped down on my bed trying to figure out when and how I fell asleep to make it to the next day. I looked down at my blanket and opened my notebook up to where the pencil sketch of Laila's potential wedding dress was drawn. I turned the page and found something written barely almost as if it had been erased. I squinted my eyes putting my full face into the book when the sound of my door started to bang as if robbers had come. I stood up and wobbled to the door, flinging my light brown hair into a messy bun. I swung the door open and started to blabber away my hand still on the cold brown knob of the door,
"Look, Laila, YOU KNOCK LIKE YOUR A CHICKEN PECKING AT THE DOOR-" I opened my eyes and I wished I never opened the door. I saw Mehdi's face, eyes widened he stood so innocently, and then my dumb self remembered they were coming over in the morning to make the final decisions of Laila's dress. SHOOT. I slammed the door and slipped down, my back sliding down the white door of my bedroom and I started to feel the warm salty tears run down my face. How could he have sawn me without a hijab on? Astargfilullah. Will God ever forgive me? Will Mehdi forgive me for calling him a chicken that pecks loudly on my door? OH GOD, FORGIVE ME. I quickly ran to my bathroom and took waduhh. I ran back and got my prayer mat and prayer beads and started to do Tobah. Astargfulullah was a tubuilay. Astargfulullah was a tubuilay. I kept on reciting the words as if I clung on to them between life and death.
After finishing my prayers and my time of crying, I closed the mat up neatly and set it on the shelf next to the Holy Quran. I then put on a new Shalwar Kameez of gray and pink and wrapped the dupatta on my head neatly still thinking of the incident earlier. Then I grabbed my notebook and set my hand on the doorknob, thinking. I will not think about it earlier, I will not think about it earlier. I opened the door and kept repeating those words in my head. I walked down the stairs clasping the notebook, nervous. I peeked my head from the wall divider and saw everyone sitting there. When I say, everyone...I mean everyone. Laila's to be in-laws, Abbas, Mehdi, Ami, and my Aunty. I walked swiftly my socks slipping on the slick marble of the living room.
"Asalaam walakium everyone," I said not trying to make eye contact with Mehdi.
"Walakium Asalaam," They all chimed in, but Mehdi's voice was the loudest. I glanced at him and stopped in my tracks closing my eyes and remembered the innocence of his face. Then I brought my mind back into reality and walked towards Laila. I squished myself in between the arm seat and her body. I looked at her and gave her a small kiss on the cheek. I know right, such a good actor. So proud. I then looked at her disgusted face and gave a small laugh then whispered in her ear,
"You might want to see this," I opened the thin notebook and gave it to her. I kept watching her face and then for a second her eyes widened open and she gasped.
"A-ami, I want this one," she said in a hushed but astonished voice. Everybody ran towards Laila and gasped. I sat there my head high up. Ami looked at me and gave me a quick kiss on my head. I stared at the drawing. I remember every line I had drawn, from the silk dupatta to the beautiful red and gold gown.
"Sakina, your face has a sudden noor today...did you finally pray for the first time?" Ami teased laughing. I looked at her my mouth widened, offended.
"No, not the first time. I did Tobah," I looked at her and waited for a response.
"Well, that's a first," She replied back, her hand on my shoulder. I looked at Mehdi and he gave a quick smile, his face was a hint of red and I looked down at my hands, all sweaty. Maybe Allah did forgive me. I then looked at Laila in confusion.
"Which dress did you finalize?" I said with my head cocked sideways.
"Well I thought it was pretty, and whatever the bride thinks is good then it should be picked," She said as she was picking up her phone to show me a picture. It was a lime green suit with a few sparkly jewels on it. I looked at her and thought, and Ami thought I had a bad taste in fashion. I felt a warm body wrap their arms around me and it was Laila. I have never felt this good in my life. Alhamdulillah.
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WOW! It feels so good to start writing again. I felt something was missing in the past months and I think I just remembered what...writing. LUCKY LUCKY got two chapters in a day already! Third one coming up! :) Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. Love you all. BYE, BYE FRIENDS. = ) <3
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The Girl in the Hijab
SpiritualThis story is about a girl, Sakina Hashimi, who is in middle school and is Muslim. She wears a hijab and she protects it with her life, it is her heart. First day of Middle School is hard, but with people judging her makes it even harder. Do you th...
