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"Aah Maydah, why don't meet my boy, one second," He said and than turned to the staircase and called "Son!"
His son came downstairs.
"Son, this is my friend's daughter Maydah, Maydah this is-"
"Spencer?!"
"Umm, you two know eachother?" David and Dad asked simultaneously.
"We go to the same school." Spencer replied, not taking his eyes off me.
"Great, well, Maydah's dad and I will be in the TV room if you need us," David said taking my dad.
"Well this is awkward.." I stated
"Indeed."
"Umm, maybe I'll go see if your mom needs help," I said heading to the kitchen.
"No, she's fine,we don't need you blowing up dinner scarf head."
"Funny," I grumbled heading to the kitchen.
"We've got a maid," He said grabbing my arm. "Why uh, why don't we go see my baby sister."
I never knew he had a baby sister!
"Ok."
"Her name's Stephanie," He said holding her in his hands, she was barely a todler.
"She's adorable,"
"Yeah.. Complete chic magnet as well," Spencer grinned. He must have noticed my disgusted facial expression because he than said, "Unlike some people I'm not against meeting my desires. That's probably what makes you guys the way you are.."
"Just because we're different doesn't mean we're bad, but too bad your mind is too closed to look at people that way."
"You're in my house scarfie, I'd better tread carefully," He said defiantly.
"I'm not you Spencer."
"You've got a fiesty attitude," He smirked.
"Umm, thanks?"
"Let's just not fight in front of my sister, she's still a baby,"
That was so sweet of him, I loved the way he was so gentle with her... Ok, he was right, that sister of his did a great job at landing him girls, but I wasn't one of them.
"Yeah, sure, whatever," I said absent mindedly.
"Hey, could you hold her for a second, my arms are getting needles and pins," He said, handing over his sister to me. He bent and straightened his arm to get rid of that feeling and I could see the veins sticking out of his arms, they were such strong arms. I turned my gaze away to the window, it was getting dark.
"You have such beautiful eyes," He said softly.
"Thanks, my dad says I got them from my mom," I said blushing terribly looking everywhere.
"Where is your mom?"
"She.. She passed away a long time ago."
I could feel his gaze still on me, if he was going to make another muslim joke I would crack right there and than.
"Kids, dinner!" I heard his mom call.
"Here," I handed his sister back to him and only than realised how close he was standing to me.
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Journal of a Teenage Muslim.
Teen FictionMaydah Ahmad was never a normal girl. Ever since she was a young girl, it was clear to tell she was made for something bigger, something better.. But than her mother died, leaving Maydah and her father to cope on their own. After that her life was n...
