The New Hijabi
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It was all going great. Until....
"Mom, NO!! I just don't know why are you pressurizing me, Can't I just stay with grandma or something? It's not that I can't take care of myself!! I am already 16!!Mom please don't force me. It's just something I never imagined. I mean why do we even have to do this. Can we not just stay here like we have been doing since like forever! " I said to my mom." No kubrah, we cannot! We are doing this for your best! Why do you have to make this hard for me and your father? You are the only one out of everyone who has problem! All of your siblings are so excited just by thinking how their lives will be. You know Allah does everything for a reason. Right?" Explained my mom to me. It was all happening so fast that I just needed some time to digest everything going on. "I just need some air, please" I told my mother and left the room.
I went to the terrace and sat on the chair thinking about what my mother just said to me." No kubrah, we cannot! We are doing this for your best! Why do you have to make this hard for me and your father? You are the only one out of everyone who has problem! All of your siblings are so excited just by thinking how their lives will be. You know Allah does everything for a reason. Right?" Am I really the only one who has problem with moving to America? Maybe I am...
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