بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ
Why was everyone giving me weird smiles? Yeah, I know I was eating like a hog but hey, who’s not hungry in the morning and it’s not like that’s anything new anyway. “What?” I asked, wondering if there was something on my face.
A smirking Khawla replied “Wow bro, you make a very pretty girl. Maybe we should start calling you Khaalida. Just put a hijaab on and nobody will believe you a boy.” Everyone started laughing. “Traitors,” I muttered finishing my breakfast and heading to the bathroom.
Catching sight of myself in the bathroom mirror, I finally understood what was going on. I am SOO going to kill her. How could she put this funny thing in my eyes. There is no way I’m going to school looking this. The guys will never let me live this down. I began scrubbing at my eyes and ‘whew’ what a relief it came out easily.
“Khawla, You better sleep with your eyes open, you messed with my face! You know thats a no go zone.”
“Ooh getting girlier by the minute Khaalida.” She replied
” Watch your back sister, I’m gonna get you back for this!” I threatened her.
“Stop threatening your sister, I’m so proud of her. You should be thanking her for helping you practice a sunnah, besides you lucky surmah washes off easily unlike eyeliner!” Mummy lectured.
“Mummy how could you do that to me. I thought I was your favourite child. I feel so betrayed. My heart is breaking!” I mock cried. “Stop with your dramatics and get in the car, unless you want to walk to school,” Mummy laughed.
I got in the car, motioning my finger across my neck to Khawla. There is no way I’m letting her off that easily. She’s asking for war. But how do I get back at her without getting on mummy’s bad side? Anything food related is definitely out of the question. Wait, I know! Let the prank wars begin, sunnah style…