All through the summer we were what people call “personal critics”. We were both new in this Hoerskool and being the only 2 muslims in our class, we kind of had to get to know each other. Her name was Humairaa and that was about it that i knew about her. She was kind of a loner so in the previous school she was just another girl in the class. It took me a full 5 days to get her to say few words. For me this was alot of days because in the previous school, i was HANZALAH MOOSA, the immediate thought that people appeared was “alpha, maverick, extrovert and big time womenizer”
Maybe there was a bit of conceitedness there, but oh well i guess you can make your own judgement at the end of my romantically, saddened twisted autobiography.
I had come to the school only in grade: 10 because they offered wayyy more subjects than the ordinary muslim school, i guess she did too for the same reason.
Our first conversation, she began with an insult and i braced myself for the worst. She had this really wicked personality or so i thought. We grew pretty close and i learned to tolerate her constant insults after about 4/5 months. Our conversations were relatively heated arguments about history and opinions about politics. Her knowledge was vast and i was actually startled at how much she knew provided that she never took any position in the previous years.
Months turned into years, and i can say we became best friends. The insults really never went away but it dwindled down gradually. Then one day she caught me off guard
“ I know what you thinking Hanzalah”
“Umm… oh huh!.. And what might that be?”
“ you probably wondering why i have this really insulting personality”
“ actually yeah, but i get it “
“ no, it is not that i am always like this, it is just that i think that people in order to deserve my good or so i think so, my good side, they have to be able to tolerate me at my worst so…”
“ oh okay..”
This girl was something else, but i have got to admit it, i kind of started to develop feelings for her…. like not that Mishka kind of love, the real stuff, thought this day would never come, but i guess when the right person walks on your life, you can’t resist the temptations 😉