I AM REALLY SORRY FOR NOT POSTING THE PAST WEEKEND, IT IS JUST THAT I HAVE BEEN REALLY BUSY LATELY AND HAVE A LOT OF THINGS GOING ON, BUT INSHA-ALLAH I WLL TRY AND POST EVERY WEEKEND. THIS POST IS A SHOUT OUT TO MY FRIEND HUMAIRAA AYOB…
HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY IT
My heart slip into two halves as Zahras words ricocheted through my ears and travelled to every corner of my trembling body. Zahra and i have been best friends since like grade: 1 and although we view life in very different ways, we are the closest of friends ever. I like her brother which isn’t all that weird, it is just that when i say anything about his looks and stuff, she gives me that look like i committed a blasphemous crime. Anyway back to today,
“ ummm we moving away..”
“yeah we going to live overseas, mum and dad confirmed last night”
“ where you guys going?” trying to contain myself
“ oh thats nice, i remember you guys trying to get citizenship from a while”
“ well we finally got it so this is our last year here”
“but..” biting my bottom lip,” then…”
I burst into tears. Luckily we weren’t in the class and in the school cafeteria.
Zahra embraced me a i let my river of tears sog her uniform. No, no , no how could this happen. Just when i thought i got a grip on life, life pushes me off the cliff. This was way more than just losing a best friend, this meant not seeing the crush of my life and not being able to tell Zahra about my butterflies when her, oh i forgot twin brother, asked if i was okay when something was wrong
I got home that day, greeted because if we don’t, my mum makes us go out and come back in. As i passed the study, where mum was doing her work, as usual she asked how i was, “ good” was my reply.
After emptying my over filled bladder, i made my way to my bed. Uncovering my diary from underneath my bed between the wooden planks, i scribbled down my emotions. Tears fell on the pink tinted pages( it took me two months to find the perfect diary) and blurred some of the ink. I fell asleep and awoke at 15:00 , precise timing for hifdh. I wasn’t hungry which is weird sincei am forever looking for food, so i read the last quarter of 19th para again. Shoot!!! I just had to have my weakest para today of all days!!!! Oh Muhammeds weakest is 29…
Later, after showering, i sat down to do homework. I tried to concentrate, but my mind was elsewhere. Basically two words Muhammed Rayhaan ( zahras brother). We friends because of Zahra, i practically live at their house but then i started to like him because i got to know him like really well. We ended up sitting next to each other in class and spoke the entire day. Zahra actually thought he was stealing me from her but then she approved.
I basically had a girl best friend and a boy best friend( i think we a bit more than friends) in one house and now they’re moving away.
I was on question 1.3 of this dumb arts assessment,i mean isn’t arts suppose to be fun, when the phone rang. The caller ID said Zahra and so i picked up
“ hope this isn’t a goodye already”
“ ummm.. asalamualykum”
Holy sh*t it was Muhammed!!!!
– YOUR SISTER IN ISLAM