Skye P.O.V
As much as I felt defeated, I had began to grow a love for Islam. It was so......different so....... words couldn't describe it. The way my heart swelled and my problems vanished whenever Ameera read Quraan to me, was.....a feeling I had never experienced before.
Every day I watched Ameera do her whudu and pray. Raise hands, place on chest bend, hands on knees, bow on all fours, sit, turn head right, then left.
I had made whudu once, in secret. Just to see what it did, it cleaned and re- freshened and made you "Pure" enough to touch Quraan and pray.
I searched "Islam" just to see peoples thoughts on it.
Islam is beautiful....
F****ing terrorists the lot of them
Peace, joy......
It's all about bombs.....
The warmth of salaah....
My cafè was bombed an trashed by those dogs....
Frowning I switched the screen off.
Islam is perfect, Muslims are not.
Ameera's words rung through my head, she was right. Islam was so complex, beautiful.
Perfect.
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The Two Paths Crossed (NOT RECOMMENDED)
RandomSkye and Ameera. Two girls. Two lives. One secret. A weird relationship and a hell a lotta drama. So what happens when the two paths cross?
