Confused.

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Uitwaaien (v.) - To take a break to clear one's head; lit. To walk in the wind. 

Dedicated to Selma1524, because her comments make me happy! :) 

Chapter 7 - Confused

Yasmine's POV

The next day meant returning to uni unfortunately but I didn’t mind all too much, because it meant I would see Salma and Shaymah. I missed spending some girl time with them. Maybe it was because the guys in my life were driving me nuts. This morning Noah woke me up for fajr, even though I had texted him the night before NOT to wake me up. I couldn’t pray and he had interrupted my amazing dream of Wentworth Miller and I getting hitched. He came in and turned on the light, shaking me violently. 

“Get up Yasmine, it’s time for fajr!” Have I ever mentioned how angry I get when someone turns on the light while I’m sleeping? Just imagine a volcano exploding. 

I had emerged from my bed like the undead and to say that Noah was transforming into a ghost, would be an understatement. He looked like he was about to disintegrate into dust. I don’t blame him though, I become extremely terrifying when it comes to my sleep being disturbed. 

“I told you. NOT. To wake me up! I can’t pray!” I think at the time I was more upset over the fact that I couldn’t continue my beautiful dream with Wentworth Miller. 

Noah laughed nervously, “W-what do you mean you can’t pray?” I slapped my forehead in annoyance and if it weren’t for my injured left hand I would have strangled him right then and there. 

“What is it that stops girls from praying Noah?” I spelled it out for him. After a while I saw realization dawn on his face, before he mumbled a quick apology, turned off the light and bolted out the door. 

Because of him it took me a while to fall back asleep and then when I did there was only two hours before I had to get up again. And as usual I was late. As I flew out the front door I frantically searched for Zach so we could hurry up. If I didn’t leave now I’d be late for my first class. 

After a few seconds, I realised Zach wasn’t waiting for me. He wasn’t inside my house so he had to be here. But as I scanned the area, I couldn't see him anywhere. I pulled out my phone to message him: 

Salams, where are you? 

After about two minutes, I received a reply. 

Wasalams. I woke up late. Head on without me. 

Huh. I don’t remember the last time Zach woke up late. Unlike me, he was an early bird. I shrugged it off and told myself I’d just see him later on in the day, before beginning to power walk to uni.

The day flew by, alhamdulillah, till I could finally meet up with my two favourite girls. They texted me that they were sitting on one of the benches in the rose garden and when I rounded the corner they both waved me over. I absolutely loved this section of our uni, simply because of the tranquil nature that surrounded us. The sun was shining and as I breathed in the air, I could almost taste its crisp freshness.  

“Salam girls,” I chirped happily, throwing my bag on the bench and walking around to hug them. I noted their hugs were a bit tighter and longer than usual. I knew it was their way of comforting me, since they knew I didn’t want to talk about Ehab. God I missed his little laugh.

“How are you?” Salma asked, whilst Shaymah analysed me from top to bottom, as if making sure I wasn’t going to burst at any given moment.

“I’m good alhamdulillah and you girls?” I smiled at them and pulled out my snickers bar. They gave each other a sidewards glance before replying with a cautious ‘good’.

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