22. Bewildered Basheera

بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

Alhamdulillah, I finally got my licence. Jazakallah to all those who made dua for me and to all those who left such lovely comments.

The first time for everything is always the most exhilarating as well as the most daunting. Whether it is your first day at a new school, or the first time you cooking, or the first time you wear something that you have never worn before, you will always remember those “first” times. Not only is there a lot of excitement at moments like these, but there is also a fear of some sort included. Apprehension. It’s most commonly a fear of being able to do it right and the fear of how people will react.

الْحَمْدُ لِلَّهِ الَّذِي كَسَانِي مَا أُوَارِي بِهِ عَوْرَتِي وَأَتَجَمَّلُ بِهِ فِي حَيَاتِي

All praises are due to Allah, who clothed me with which I cover my body and with which I adorn myself in my life.

I recited بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ and the dua for wearing new clothes. It is sort of a new garment and there’s no harm but rather only blessings and rewards in reading duas, right? I examined myself in the mirror and barely recognised myself. I took a deep breath before stepping out of my room. I just hope nobody reacts too badly.

On seeing me, Daddy frowned for a moment before saying, “I’m not happy with this, I don’t like it…” ‘No! Not already,’ I thought getting upset and disappointed, only for him to add “…but it’s your choice I guess, so I won’t stop you.” Heaving a sigh of relief I turned around only to see Khalid watching me approvingly. Khalid that weirdo was unusually pleased and stated, “This makes my life so much easier. Don’t ever take it of. Now come, we’re getting late for school.”

I walked into school braced for the weird stares and negative comments. When I’m nervous I tend to start playing with my fingers, and I realised that is what I was just doing. I know many people tend to bite their nails when they nervous but I never have and never will do that. I hate that habit. It looks terrible, it makes your nails look terrible, it sounds terrible, it is terrible. Besides it later on causes infections so I don’t understand how people can do such a terrible thing.

Catching sight of Basheera I suddenly halted. Blinking my eyes a couple of time I wondered if I’m seeing right. Realising that my eyes were not deceiving me and I was actually seeing right I scanned my surroundings frantically in search of Hafsa. Catching Hafsa’s eye I nodded in Basheera’s direction. Getting the message I saw her heading towards Basheera.

We both quickly walked towards her and each of us catching hold of a hand dragged her to the bathroom. Basheera allowed us let us drag her to the bathroom in total bewilderment. Once safely in the bathroom I turned towards her and exclaimed “Basheera, Why? Why?” Utter confusion showing on her face she questioned, “Why what? I’m not the one who dragged you to the bathroom for some totally unknown reason only to ask ‘Why?” Not really registering her words I continued ranting, “I can’t believe you doing this. It looks disgusting. I never thought you’d be one of those people…” Hafsa’s soft but firm voice stopped my rant, “Khawla, Enough! She doesn’t even know what you talking about.”









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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