Sorry for not updating in a while, I have writers block ugh.
The guy I like held the door open for me like mashallah.
Feelings aren't haram as long as I don't act on them, right?? Like, no way I'm gonna date him. Currently laughing because he wouldn't like me anyway.
ANYWAYS ON WITH THIS STORY.
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"Let's go crazy crazy crazy till we see the sun! I know we only met but let's pretend its love! And never ever ever stop for anyone! TONIGHT LETS GET SOME -"
"Mary! Shut up!" I burst out, dropping my pen. She stops her dancing and pauses her IPod.
"Did you just-"
"Girl, they're broken up and Zayn is becoming his own artist. Pillowtalk is better than any of that One Direction garbage, though." I admit.
"I'VE BEEN IN BED ALL DAY, BED ALL DAY, BED ALL DAY!" She now sings, holding out her hair brush as a microphone.
"Those lyrics explain my life." I say with an eye roll before going back to my homework.
She plops down next to me on her bed. "So..watcha doing?"
I slowly look up at her, "Homework, something normal people who want a future do. Bet you never heard of it, though."
"You know what, Sara? I am going to let that slide. I know you've been tightening your hijab too tight lately and your brain just isnt working.."
I roll my eyes and close the book. "Dude..."
"What?" She asks, leaning over my now laying on my back portion.
"I'm screwed." I smack my forehead.
She sighs heavily, "Sadly, not everyone can be as pretty and talented as me. I get it."
I smack her arm. "No, you idiot. It's about Chase."
"Ooo.."
"I think I might like..have..some feelings for him?"
She stands up dramatically and squeals, "You have feelings for an actual human boy! Oh my God! Sara this is- this is great! Amazing! Oh my God! Oh my...Oh." Realization hits her like a truck. "Hes not even muslim.." She understands.
"Yeap." I cover my eyes.
"All my life Ive closed myself up. Ive been dreaming and waiting for my perfect islamic prince to come sweep me off my feet. Little did I expect to be falling for Chase. A guy who I have no shot with. I choose my religion over him, of course. Theres just..no way."
She puts a hand on my shoulder. "Youve never had a crush. This means something! Itll work itself out. Trust me."
I give her a small smile. I guess shes right, theres nothing i can do but pray for Allah to work this out and let fate do the rest.
Please excuse this. I wrote this in 30 minutes at one a.m.
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Unwanted Feelings
RomanceSara Haji was a seventeen year old muslimah going through her last highschool year with her best friend Mary. What she never expected was for Chase Parker's life crash into hers. The huge problem is; he's not muslim. Sara finds herself in quite a pr...
