بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ
Mummy insisted that she was fine and she didn’t want anyone moping around and staying at home because of her. Due to mummy not being home the house felt very empty so I had stayed over by Basheera last night, a decision which I regretted because I had forgotten that today was our entrepreneurs day. Basheera obviously did not forget and did not let me back down from our deal. She made sure I wore a dress and her kitten heels.
I got quite a few weird stares but I should have expected it. Even though the dress was quite decent and I wore an inner and tights underneath it I still felt sort of weird and exposed. I truly envied Hafsa in her Abaya. She looked elegant, comfortable and not exposed and uncomfortable like me. I realised maybe mummy had a point in that. I think I would actually enjoy going into Abaya but Niqaab No Way! That’s pushing it.
Our donuts were a big hit and we sold out very quickly. We then went around checking out the other stalls. While walking around I heard my name and froze. I heard a guy, a guy I recognised from my class saying “Ey brah, you know that Khawla, her legs showcased in those soccer shorts, man it something to see! Now to see her in a dress is a darn hot sight I’d never thought I’d get to see.” “Keep dreaming man, that’s one girl I don’t think you stand a chance with.Girl’s deadly, with an even deadlier overprotective brother.”
I couldn’t believe my ears. Was this the same person I knew and regarded as my friend. What mummy had said yesterday was all making sense now. When a strange male and female are together Shaytaan is always the 3rd person with them. How could I have expected to have a friend where Shaytaan comes as a package deal. I thought I could trust them but is this what they really think of me. I’m disgusted! I just couldn’t handle everything so I did something really stupid and now I was lost.
Totally lost, both literally and figuratively. I just could not take it any more. As it is, I was just hanging on by a tiny thread. I was so close to snapping. I felt that if i stayed even for a minute more, I would snap. And so I ran, I ran and I ran trying to escape this nightmare only to find myself in a bigger nightmare. Where on earth was I? I searched around me for landmarks trying to figure out where i was, but I couldn’t even spot one familiar landmark. And then, to top it all of, my heel snapped.
I was now lost, not just lost but limping along with a broken heal. Oh No! Basheera is going to kill me! No, I’m going to kill her! It’s all her fault! And then, the thread snapped! I sank down to the ground, hitting the sidewalk with a thump, not caring that I was probably ruining my clothing. And then, the floodgates opened and a torrent of tears gushed forth! The sad reality is that I was LOST.