She closed her eyes, unshed tears rimmed her eyelashes, tilting her chin up and brought her face up. This was her unwilling consent to prove that she indeed loved him. Realizing little that love demands no proves, only the heart needs to connect.
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"Something wasn't going to turn her road smoothly"
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The bright flecks of sun rays entered through her room's window. The obnoxious sound of the alarm set off for the third time since the morning. Her hand pried out of the duvet and pushed down the button on the clock to shut it off. She pushed away from the cover and blinked to the light that illuminated her otherwise dark, dungeon of a room. She certainly wasn't the kind of person who got excited over the perks of a new day. The morning wasn't her favourite time of the day and the yawn that made her even more sleepy proved it.
Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she planned to get out of bed. Like every other teenager getting all enthusiastic for the first day of their new class, she wasn't anticipating the day ahead at all. All the days were similar to her, a drag and nothing new. Only felt like a moment to moment futile striving for just breathing. That is how she defined her life and she was very much okay with it.
Rolling over she checked the clock and to her surprise, she was actually up a bit early than usual. Her fifth alarm was yet to set off. She was the kind of person who'd set up at least five alarms each with a five minutes gap, just in case you never know. The habit of running late for school wasn't new, neither was the urge to skip school every single morning.
Managing to get ready for school, she brushed down her tangled hair to smooth. She never covered her hair. She secured her hair in a high bun. Her mother wasn't a fan of her hair being laid down in public. She'd always ask her to tie them up so no one could figure out the length because according to her mother, a woman's beauty is hidden in her hair. She couldn't exactly force her into wearing a hijab but this was the least she could make her oblige to and she did comply without complaining.
Her mother was a practising Muslim. She'd always tell her why Islam emphasises on covering up. It enunciates on not letting any 'na-mehram' relish a woman's beauty. No one has the right to her beauty or body but her lawful husband. Being young, little head she paid to norms and customs let alone religion. In her naive head, it was nothing but an obscure debate she had to face once in a while.
