"Just take it off!" she jeered. "Your parents aren't around, Aishah!" I shook my head at her in annoyance. "Sorry, not sorry! Allah's here you know..." She stalked off in frustration, hair bouncing on her shoulders. I exhaled in relief, then laughed softly to myself. Some friend she turned out to be. There was no way I was taking my scarf off. No way. *** The reason I'm writing this story are many, but the main being: I feel like alot of us Haafithaat are misunderstood. Everyone expects hifth to be all easy-peasy and what-not. Well, the truth is, it's not. Most of the time we're facing some of life's toughest decisions. Don't believe me? Well here's a story based on real life to prove it.