CHAPTER FOUR
“F-Faaris? Is this , Is that really you ? Is this like a prank or something ?”
“What ? No , this is not a prank. I want you to turn me into a … Into a REAL Muslim”
It took Sufiyyah quite a whole to finally realise that he was saying what she thought he was saying.
“Why me ? OH WAIT ! I KNOW ! It’s obviously because you can’t find any other girl that would now squeal in your face every five seconds huh ? “ Sufiyyah joked
“ PLEASE ! With just a snap of my fingers I can have ALL the woman I want and need in this world.”
“ Hmph. What for if they are all old hags with white hair and broken teeth?”
They both laughed . Sufiyyah continued the conversation.
“ Hahahh.. Anyway, going back to the topic , what did you want to ask ?”
“Hmm well I know basically what Islam is about , but whats a Rukn ? I don’t really understand.”
“ Well , Rukn is divided into - .” She stopped. “ Wait why don’t you come over tomorrow? It’s kinda hard to explain this over the phone.”
“Oh, I see. Okay then. Bye !” then , the boy hung up.
Sufiyyah put the phone down. She felt like her stomach was going to burst due to her happiness. She got ready for dinner and was about to eat , when she got another text.
I DON’T KNOW YOUR ADDRESS.
Sufiyyah replied :
“Stanford Hotel
Room 403
Ride elevator B and walk straight then turn left.
See you tomorrow , Faaris.”
Sufiyyah really looked forward to the next day. What adventures lie ahead ? No one Knows accept for the Dude up there :D .
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Thank you for reading ! My friends are doing a story. One of them is Match Made in hell , Girls who run the world . Okay I GTG byeeee !!
