2. Friends

بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

Dedicated to my first follower: Berry

  • This is not a vomit blog
  • Girls and boys cannot be friends
  • This is just a build up to show why

Why does time fly when you having fun but drag when you can’t wait for something to end?! I’ve been waiting for the bell to ring since the period started, come on why do we need to know about people that died 100 years ago, I mean they called history for a reason, they probably already fossils by now.

We called an Islaamic school but we only do Islaamic studies once a week. Atleast Islaamic History is interesting unlike the history of our country, we’ve been doing about the wars between the Boer and the british and about apartheid for the past 4 years! The boys and girls are mixed but I have no complaints there because besides Hafsa and Basheera, the rest of the girls are total airheads. All they talked or should I say gossiped about was the their new enemy, who belongs to their clique, the latest fashion, the hottest guy…

I was cut of mid-thought by a nudge from the girl next to me “Why are you staring at my guy?” See what I mean and besides, since when are people posessions? Before I could answer the bell rang. Taking the opportunity, I fled from this never ending lesson and the silly person sitting next to me.

I went to our usual spot to find Hafsa already there. She greeted me with salaam. From this you can just gauge what kind of person she is, she’s someone who wears her heart on her sleeve and is strong in her beliefs, which even though this is an Islaamic school is rare to find. She was often bullied for this. What has the world come to that muslims actually bully other muslims?! And this was how we met.

“Khawla what are you thinking about so hard?,” Hafsa asked me. “About how we met,” I replied. “Yeah I’ll never forget the way you stormed up to Aaliyah and told her off when I began crying because I was reading a Tasbeeh for my father and she began picking on me when I was a little unstable, emotionally. It’s almost 2 years since and I still miss him soo much.” I gave her a hug only to be interrupted by Basheera exclaiming “How did I not know this?” before throwing her arms round both of us squishing us in a tight hug.

“Basheera let me breathe!” I gasped “Maybe if you spent more time in the real world and not in your dream world being Miss South Africa you would have known.” I teased. She stuck out her tongue at me before turning to Hafsa saying “Why am I related to her why couldn’t sweet and sensible you be my cousin instead of this tomboy who loves video games and outdoors, gosh she should have been a boy with the amount of time she spends playing with them!” “Hey it’s not my fault that boys actually know how to have fun, unlike you spending most of your time in front of the mirror, when was the last time you played monopoly or volleyball leave alone games like risk and baseball?,” I questioned.

Hafsa interrupted “Please lets change the topic, are you’ll seriously gonna spend whole break arguing about this, do the two of you want to be clones of each other or what, And … There goes the bell.”



Just aspiring to inspire through the pen, or should I say, keyboard. May Allah Ta’ala accept my efforts and make it a source of Hidayah for the Ummah.

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