Zarah's POV

"Woah, woah, woah!!" I said as my clothes flew towards me. Correction! As my clothes were thrown towards me. "Uh, you need to calm down!" I said to my twin, who was recklessly throwing my clothes towards me, telling me sleep in the living room. It hasn't even been a day, and she's throwing tantrums.

"Look! Just cuz i listened to that old couple and came here to live with you guys, does NOT mean, I’m going to let you boss me around!" Sarah said.

"Boss you around?" I asked. Riiiiight. I get it!....actually no I don't.

Sarah's POV

I can't trust anyone of them.

"Okay, fine. No actually it's not fine. Why do I have to move out? It's my room! Nobody's forcing you to stay here!" My twin yelled (I forgot her name).

"The women at the door is forcing me to stay here. It was my so-called mother. She was holding her stomach tightly, and made a face towards my twin.

My twin looks at her. "Zarah, could you please keep it down. Your dad just got home, and he's tired."

Zarah's POV

I gave a sour look to Sarah, and stuffed my clothes back in my drawer. I thought it would have been nice having a sister, and everything. But it hasn't even been a full day, and I'm living my life in hell.

"Zarah, Sarah! Come down stair right now!" My dad called from downstairs. I looked at Sarah, and she looked at my mom. My mom shrugged. I pushed pass my mom and started walking down the stair. I first went to the kitchen, grabbed a water bottle, and a scarf to cover my head. I stepped into the living room where Sarah was sitting like a queen.

"I have a question." I asked, calmly.

"What is it?" My mom asked, as she sat beside my dad, laying her head on the couch's arm. My mom looked like a teenager. She was tired most of the day, and she hasn't been eating. Well, I haven't seen her eating.

"Who's the oldest?" I asked. It would make sense if Sarah were the oldest. Seeing how she loves picking on people.

"You are." My mom said pointing at me, with tired eyes.

"Oh.... Okay" I was? I looked over at Sarah. She was drilling her eyes into mines. I guess I rule that room than? Ha!

"Zarah, I hope you use that as a good advantage to educate her properly." My mom said. She sounded serious. I've never really seen her serious, unless I showed her less than a seventy-five percent. "Not as an evil advantage. You'll just cause more troubles. And there's already more than enough trouble in this house"

I thought Sarah would strike back and talk back to my mother, but she just glared as if all her anger could be conveyed in a single glare. "Yeah... but what about our room? It would have been better if we hadn't renevated our house." I said. I looked over at Sarah. If she wanted to speak up, she could do it right now. But she just sat there with no expression. She was biting her nails.

What the hell?

Sarah's POV

That bitch is older than me? I'm screwed. I looked up at my so called dad. He was looking at the ground. He looked up at Zarah, and than me. I bet they're trying to get me into that terrorist religion! That shouldn't even be a religion! 

"Look. You guys are both going to be older sisters.... If you can't take care of yourselves, do you think you'll be able to take care of younger sibling?" He looked at both of us. I scrunched up my face.

What younger sibling? There's no one younger than me.

"Older sisters?" Zarah asked. "Mom, you're...pregnant??" I looked at the women I'm supposed to be calling mom. She nodded.

"I suggest you keep it quiet and not say anything that will upset her." My father said. "I'll go to the masjid for Isha prayer. And I'll take your mother with me. Zarah, since your little sister and you are home alone, teach her something good." I looked up and saw Zarah shocked. 

"Is it going to be a girl or a boy??" She asked. 

Our dad looked at both of us and said, "We don't know yet." 

 Our dad slipped on his shoes and turned around for the last time, "Zarah, come here for a sec..."

Zarah went up to him. I stood my ground, not even trying to listen to them.

Zarah's POV

She's an atheist?? My dad had told me an hour ago before he left the house. I was trying to concentrate on my novel, while Sarah sat across from me on her bed. I looked up, and she was flipping through a magazine. It felt as if she'd stab me with a samurai sword the moment she got a hold of it. 

I cleared my throat. "Uh, can I ask... you something?" I asked. Sarah didn't look up. 

Instead she said, "What?" As if she was bored. But she still felt as stiff and unsociable as ever.

"You... don't believe in god?" I asked.

"You do?" She asked.

"You don't?" I asked.

"I don't" She said.

"And I do" I said. "But why don't you believe in god? I mean, don't you believe in any religion?"

"What about you?" She said, sharply, as she slapped down her magazine in front of her. 

"What about me?" I asked, on guard.

"Why would you believe in god? He doesn't help you. If there was a god, wouldn't no one be poor? Wouldn't no one be sad, mad or a loser? It's pointless. Your religion especially."

My religion especially? "Don't you think you're saying a bit too much?" I asked slowly. 

"So what if I am?" She said. 

"Okay, fine. How about the day we seperated? Do you remember anything? Are you still thinking you were abandoned? It's not anyone's fault you got lost, okay? And don't go blaming innocent people. Especially my parents." I said. 

"I'm not blaming innocent people! I'm blaming the guilty ones!" She raised her voice. 

"So it's their fault, you ran away, and got lost when you were only two years old?" I asked. "It's not their fault you grew legs to run away with!" I spit out.

"Well if they're supposed to be my parents, than they should have tried finding me!" She snapped back.

"What parent wouldn't want to find their kid?? They probably searched for the past 15 years or something!"

She didn't reply. "Have you ever lost a kid? Do you know what it felt like? No you don't. I lost a sister. You lost your whole family. So I get why you're not in the best mood. But can't you be a little happy? We're going to have a baby in the house soon. Is religion the only problem you're having with this family?" I asked. "If it is, than deal with it! This is the household you were born in. It's also the religion you're born into."

She didn't say anything. But she was glaring the whole time I was talking. It looked as if she was about to break down and cry.

"I'm sorry." I said after a long second. It's because she still thinks we're strangers.