The Perks of Being a Hijabi

Chapter Twenty Four

"How about we order this Zainub?" Hussen pointed at a lamb and rice dish. I nodded my head and stared blankly at the menu. I was having second thoughts about this restaurant, why couldn't we have just gone to The Hungry Eyes?

"Hussen," I nudged Hussen's arm to get his attention.

"Hmm." He responded.

"Can we go to a different restaurant? Like... The Hungry Eyes?" Popping my bottom lip to persuade him.

"Why hubibti?" He kept on looking at the menu.

"Well..." I looked around the place, lost of words. "This place isn't halal and the other restaurant is?" Hussen chuckled at my questioning voice.

"Fine, as long as you're happy." We both got up and left the restaurant.

When we made it to The Hungry Eyes, I felt a wave of sickness and fatigue wash over me.

"Zainub, are you okay?" Hussen looked at my puzzled as I gripped his arm to hold myself up.

"I'm fine, let's just get this over with." He led me into the restaurant and we walked to the front, where a medium height young lady sttod behind the counter on her phone.

"Umm, Asalamualykum, we would like to order food to cater." Hussen said to the girl.

"Hhm? Oh Asalamualykum!" The girl replied cheerly, showing a row of straight white teeth. "Hi I'm Razma, how can I help you for this evening?" Razma said.

"Well, we just want to order the food that this restaurant will be catering at out wedding." I smiled at Razma, she just was such a kind and warm person. Suddenly a voice from the back room began yelling out Razma's name.

"Razma! *Afgani words*" A girl with similar looks to Razma exits out of the back door and behind the ,counter  where Razma is.

"Razma. Oh! I didn't notice you guys!" The girl exclaimed to us

"It's fine, we've got most of our work done here." We tell the new person why we came to their restaurant.

"Well, you do know that you guys could've just called instead, right?" Hussen and I both nodded.

"We know, we just wanted to come to the restaurant instead of calling." I say to the girl.

"Oh, by the way, my name is Salma." She reaches her hand out, and I reach mine pit to shake her hand.

Hussen and I finish ordering our food and head home. Both of is are completely exhausted from all the running around and final wedding preparations.

"Zainub?" I turn onto my side to face Hussen, who is laying on his back, staring at the ceiling.

"Yes Hussen?"

"Do you ever feel that our lives would be a lot easier if we lived during the time of the Prophet Mohammed (saw)?" I pondered on the question for a while.

"I never really thought of that, but maybe. We would have someone to look up to and whenever we had a question on our religion, we could ask him. And we would never get the incorrect answers. We wouldn't argue with others about who's wrong and who's right. But, alhamduillah, this dunya is a blessing, but a curse as well. It has so much to offer, but, once you die, you can never get those things back." Hussen mummbled in agreement.

Even if we had lived in the time of the Prophet, we would still be trialed, even more than we are today. But if you think about it, hardships from Allah Azzawajal are the best, because you can get so much out of them.

My eye lids slowly slid closed. And before I knew it, I was fast asleep.

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