~ z a y n a ~
I slowly opened my eyes and groaned. I shut off the annoying alarm behind me and rubbed the sleepiness out of my eyes.
As I was about to get up, my eyes widened, "crap!" I shot up from my bed and ran towards the bathroom. "No, not today," I groaned.
I finished my business and walked lazily back to my bed. Throwing myself on the soft mattress, I snuggled underneath the warm blankets.
"Zayna, wake up," Mama said, walking into my room.
"I don't want to," I grumbled into my pillow.
"Yalla, you have school," she said, pulling the blanket off me. The cold air rushed to my skin.
"Mama," I whined, trying to reach out for the blanket, but she only pulled it away even more.
I didn't want to face Ali.
"No whining. Get your butt up," with that, she leaves.
"Ugh," I groan and reluctantly get out of bed. I walk back to the bathroom to wash my teeth and face.
I look at my reflection sleepily. I looked horrible. I had bags under my slightly swollen eyes from all the crying. I had a slight blue tint on my cheek where Khalid had punched me. I sigh and turn on the water.
When I finished, I walked out of the bathroom to my closet. I grabbed whatever my hands reached for first, which was a pair of joggers and a hoodie. Putting on the joggers, I look at my hoodie.
Khalid's hoodie sounds more comfortable right about now.
I walk out of my room and sneak toward my brother's room. I softly knocked on the door but made sure that it wasn't loud enough for him to wake up if he was asleep. Not that he would even bother waking up.
When I heard nothing but silence, I quietly opened the door. Khalid was, of course, fast asleep on his bed. I snuck into his closet and looked for his blue hoodie that he 'hid'. Knowing exactly where my dumb brother put it, I step on the bottom shelf to get to the top shelf, and reached to the back, grabbing the soft material.
Pulling the blue hoodie, I smiled. He can't hide this hoodie from me.
Walking back to my room, I slid on the hoodie. Going towards my mirror, I grabbed my black under cap and black cotton hijab. I'm lazy, I know. Once I wrapped my hijab, my hand tentatively went towards my rarely used concealer. I grab it and then put it back. I'm too tired to care about what I look like right now.
I sigh and grab my bag walking towards the kitchen. "Salam," I mumbled, walking in.
"Salam," Mama replied. Baba stayed quiet. I tried to ignore it but with what I heard yesterday, it wasn't easy.
I fill up my water bottle and grab an apple. I'm not in the mood to eat anything. I grabbed my ibuprofen and stuffed it in my bag in case I start getting cramps. I shoulder my bag, trying to avoid the weight of my dad's gaze.
Just in time, the doorbell rings. I start walking towards it, but Mama pulls me back and opens it. Weird.
"Salam khalto," Nasreen said politely. "Hi, Zayna," she greeted, giving me a look of concern.
"Hala!" I called out to my sister, who was probably still fixing her hair.
"Right here!" She rushes towards us.
"Bye, Mama," I said, walking towards Nas, but she stopped me.
"You're brother's taking you," she declared with no emotion.
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Broken Promises
Spiritual"You're doing it again, Z," he spits out my nickname like it was poison. I wince. "And on the same day." He started clapping slowly. I swallow the lump and my throat and ignored the sting of the tear that slid down my face. "And when I thought we we...
