FRIENDS POLITICS- PART 1/4- POST 39

Published September 19, 2014 by katysoqewl

HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYING THE POSTS. THIS IS A SHOUT OUT TO MY DEAR FRIEND ZAHRA NOORMAHOMED. MAY ALLAH GRANT YOU ALL YOUR HALAAL WISHES AND TO ALL MY READERS, REMEMBER HER IN YOUR DUAAS. 

And there goes the home time bell…… shooh, that felt like forever, time to finally eat and more importantly be at home and away from this stressed school life with all its complications. Okay so basically, i’m 1/4 friends in our click. We’re the ones that would have eating competitions in class and not give two damns about who saw or what they thought. Oh well at least i can say that is how it used to be until this year, and i’m sure you guys can relate. The others seem so caught up that they forgot what it is like to have a girls night without them constantly checking if some boy wattsapped them. Aghhh… i could almost kill them, i mean they all so pretentious and like no i can’t do that because what will he think. Okay enough complaining, back to today.

I got home, ate and left for tuition as we were writing maths tomorrow and it was that time of the month, so no hifdh.. 😉 i expected there to be like many other children, because apparently this guy was really good. I pitched up and  the place was awkwardly silent. Mum asked if i was sure this was the house and i assured her. “ wattsapp me when you done, love you doll” “ okay and love you too” i was kind of scared but i slowly mounted the curb. I knocked and this deep man voice the boys in class use to make fun of replied, “coming”

Shooh at least there was some living soul in this half dead, creepy place. He opened the door and led me down a hallway with lanterns, those really old ones that use oil, every few meters. There were these paintings of people i never knew all over the wall. I thought “serial killer” and these must be his victims. I entered this room that had humanly fluorescent lights, a whiteboard and a few desks.

If was super awkward as i never knew this random person and he started asking me question. After ions, there was a knock on the door and he left to answer it. I pulled out my phone, texted Muhammed Rafieq, who is like a freakin genius for a boy, since the clever jacks in my class are my friends, wonder where i fell of the truck, anyway i received an instant reply

“ haha yeah, this place is really creepy, using my phone light will see you in a bit”

“you here?”

SO TRUE....

SO TRUE….

– YOUR SISTER IN ISLAM

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