I rushed to the doors as I walked inside I looked around at everyone. Girls dressed in short shorts having their butts hanging out. And here I am wearing dark washed skinny jeans, a white T, and of course my red retro Jordan's, which I adored.
Among the students I was really conservative which people seemed not to understand why. Many don't know I'm muslim, nor do they know I'm Arab, they always assume I'm Italian. It's not the fact that I would hide who I am from them, I guess it's because I just don't look like a muslim. I don't wear hijab. I had long black silky hair that reached my butt, with big honey brown eyes that would turn green in the sunlight, as for my skin tone I had fair skin.
Many people judged me by the way I dressed. I mean I can't blame them. I don't wear hijab and I wear skinny jeans. What many don't know is that I attended an islamic charter school from kindergarten to eighth grade. I was taught Quran, Hadiths , Arabic, and islamic etiquette there. Now being a senior I still hold what I learned close to my heart.
As I was making my way to my locker I felt someone hovering over my 5 foot body playing with my hair. I looked up to see a guy about 6'2...it was Jake. Ya Allah help me.
"How was your summer", Jake smiled.
"All good I went back home to Palestine and all, hey Jake remember when I told you that you can't touch me"I said trying to remove his hands from my hair.
"Come on Layaan it's only hair, what's so inappropriate?"
"It's forbidden in my religion, just please can you respect that?", I said humbly lowering my gaze.
Jake was a nice guy, everyone knew he had a crush on me. I mean it's not like he tried to hide it from anyone, even me. He made it clear as day, but I wasn't about that life. I may have not looked religious, but I knew better than getting involved in a haram relationship.
"Yea I'm sorry, I will respect that, girls like you don't come everyday...I'll catch you later", he said as he made his way to his group of jocks.
I closed my locker and made my way to my first class, government. Let the day begin.
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His obsession. (Editing)
Teen Fiction"That voice, that's the voice that kept me calm. I ran to him and listened to his heart beat, thump thump thumpthump." The same heartbeats I would listen to when I woke up from a nightmare. He's the one that saved me." Layaans life spirals out of co...
