Sarah's POV

After dragging me, Noor, and Aaliyah to Room 183, Zarah opened the door, and we saw a male teacher. He looked Afghan. 

"Hi, Mr. Ahmed." Zarah said.

"Welcome Zarah. I see you've brought many friends." Zarah nodded, and he smiled at all of us. "It's about the MSA right?" Zarah nodded. She talked to him about what she wanted to do and he kept nodding. In the end, the teacher said, he would talk to the principal about it.

If they're talking about the principal, she seemed nice enough to accept the club.

Aaliyah and Noor were standing beside Zarah. 

"So when can we start?" I asked.

Zarah looked at the teacher, "Yeah, we were thinking of starting by next week."

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"Zarah, why do you hate him so much? He seems nice, right?" Zarah eyed me, and turned away.

"He's evil... If I ever talk to him, I'll probably end up insulting myself... for eternity." She replied.

"What's his name again? Yusuf, right? He doesn't seem that bad though..." Zarah eyed me once again. She took her laptop out of her lap, and came onto my bed.

"Are you sane? No, you're insane! The nerve of that loser to come back. I honestly feel scared when I'm around him! He's like a... A jin!" Zarah said. I tilted my head.

"You liked him once, haven't you?" I asked Zarah. Zarah looked down, breathed in and out and finally spoke.

"I'd rather die than answer that. Well, that is if suicide was prohibited." Zarah said, playing with her fingers.

"So you did, and what the hell's a jin?" I asked. She looked up at me. Squinted and squeezed her lips tight.

"Well... they're certainly not fallen angels, monsters or ghosts. They are a different creation of Allah, and they're made of out of the smokeless flames of fire. And we can't see them. From what I heard is that you can't see them, but they can see you. On the day of judgment it will be the complete opposite. Well even though they sound dangerous, some of them are good. But some times they aren't that great... and it's really scary. If you're more conscious of them, then they'll most likely go after you. And Sarah come here." She said, motioning for me to lean in and listen to her. I lifted my eyebrows. O-kay.

She punched me in my stomach, and said, "The NERVE of this idiot to even SUGGEST I like such a person! If you weren't my sister, you'd be dead."

 "Oww! Just cuz you're minutes older then me, don't you dare hit me on the head that hard!" I screamed at her. She laughed, "Sorry! Sorry!...." She looked at me. "I did but I can't. Because it's stupid, crushing on guys. What's the point in liking a person if you know what happens later on in life; NOTHING." Zarah said. She was looking at a floor board so hard, her eyes could have popped out.

"I don't get it. You crush on other guys, but you can't go on with him?" I asked, curious.

"Well... think about it like this. I've liked him for what five years straight? After he left, I still thought about him. But for the last three years of my life, it's been fun. I crushed on guys, but I got over them quickly. But... Yusuf's different. Once I see him, I can't stop thinking about him. That's only ONE of the reasons I strongly dislike him."

"But you like him."

"I actually don't anymore. May Allah make that the case! Night Night! I love my sleep better than Yusuf... WAY better." 

"Yes, yes, princess."

Zarah went to the bathroom. After she came out, she shut the lights, and cuddled in her blanket.

"Um... Zarah?" I asked.

"Yes, chubby bunny?"

I gave her a look, and she sat up grinning in the dark. She turned on the lights, and pointed at me. "Are you gonna be on the laptop the whole night?"

I shook my head. "No... But why do women wear hijab and men don't?" Zarah shrugged.

"We have our own rights just like we have our own functions. We give birth, men don't. I guess... we should search it up. But you know what? The Internet isn't the most reliable source..... Um... Wait, come here." Zarah said, patting her bed next to her. I took my laptop, and placed it on the bed, and sat down.

"Noor told me about this website..." Zarah was searching it up, and I just watched.

She instantly raised her head, and looked at me. "What?" I asked.

"Are you curious?" Zarah asked. I nodded. 

"Yeah, I guess. Why?"

"Would you take classes to learn this stuff?"

"Classes? I just wanna know. Why would I take classes?" 

"To know." Zarah replied.

"... I don't think I'm that dedicated." I mumbled. 

"Come on! I'll take them with you~!" Zarah said, nudging me, and smiling. "Besides, I'm a Muslim, but I'm no scholar. I don't know half the stuff I say half the time. We could take Aaliyah and Noor too. And we could ask others. Wanna try?"

"I guess. Sure." Zarah's face lit up. 

"YAY!" She hugged me. I laughed.

"On one condition." I said.

"What?" She asked.

"Don't try converting me." She laughed.

"I won't try, but maybe you might try converting yourself! That's the fun! You never know what happens next!" 

The next morning

If Zarah said she thinks about him too much, and that she hates him... then she's in denial, right? That's hilarious.

Zarah's POV

I walked up to the dining table. Mom's belly was growing bigger and bigger. Mom was five months pregnent and it was no secret anymore.

I jumped at her, while Sarah walked into the kitchen. My mom jumped.

"Zarah, what is wrong with you? Don't shock me like that! Goodness! No manners what so ever!" She said in an annoyed voice. I laughed.

"Sorry, sorry mom! Me and Sarah were thinking... maybe you could send us to some Al-Maghrib classes? You know, for knowledge?" My mom's eyes widened, and I smiled. Sarah came to the table, and smiled at my mom too.

"You mean you're taking HER? Sarah, are you seriously okay with that? You don't have to if you don't want to. If Zarah's forcing you, you could smack her across the face. You guys are only minutes apart." Sarah laughed, and I cried.

"Mom! You hate me that much??" Sarah and I sat down, next to each other, and my mom stared at us blankly.

"Nope, she's not literally forcing me... cuz I do wanna learn about it, and all. Besides if it's with Zarah, I won't be bored." Sarah said to my mom. My mom smiled.

"I'm lucky to have such amazing daughters." I grinned, and my mom instantly stopped smiling. "Oh, I'm sorry, I said it wrong. I'm lucky to have such an amazing daughter." She was glaring at me, and smiling at Sarah.

"Mom, you're cruel. Ugh, I'm leaving. When that baby's born, it's gonna take MY side! Just you guys WATCH! HMPH!" I said, leaving the table after grabbing my bowl of cereal.

"Zarah, Mommy was joking! Goodness! Only Allah can help this girl!"

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"Sarah, get Zarah some pudding at lunch." Their mom said handling a ten dollar bill to Sarah. Sarah nodded. "She loves her pudding. Get something for yourself too."

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