❝Assallam alay-❞
Holy chicken.
Hottie alert.
Does my veil look sexy?
The holy month of Ramadan; a month where Muslims are required to fast, abstain from sins, and connect spiritually with Allah.
It's also the month where Paulina Suarez--the pract...
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Vanessa's mom, Georgia, has always been pretty cool. From day one, ever since she tied the knot with my dad, she specifically told me to call her by her name if I'm not comfortable calling her mom. And sure, she may not know how to cook but she has excellent taste in fashion and knows how to select pretty cool movies.
All in all, I think Georgia is amazing.
But not right now.
I prostrate to the Sujood position and lightly inhale the smell of my perfume on my prayer mat as I hear her quietly laugh at something one of the girls in Scream Queens must have said. Cute that she's trying to be quiet for my sake but she isn't being quiet enough.
I should really donate this bed to someone else. I need my privacy back.
"I'm sorry, did I ask you to pull down my panties and blow a compliment up my butt?"
Thank you Lord—I just finished praying. Hearing that while praying will no doubt force me to do another one from the beginning, once again. I would have totally laughed out loud.
Georgia laughs. "Oh God, that line will never get old."
I have to agree with her on that one. I really do.
I remove my long hijab and start to fold it as she casts a look my way. "Did I disturb you in any way?"
YES. "No of course not," I fake a smile and put my prayer materials in my closet.
"You should really watch this show Paulina, the whole thing is killing me. Metaphorically, of course."
I shoot a glance at her laptop and lightly shake my head. "No thanks. I think I'll pass. Maybe later."
Whatever the main girl is saying sounds like something I'm not meant to be listening to at this very crucial point in my life.
Georgia nods in understanding and smiles at me. "Well. Whenever you're ready to watch it, you know my password."
Then she goes back to watching the show with rapt attention as Vanessa walks into my room dressed like a girl going to a My Chemical Romance concert; a black leather jacket, purple shirt, ripped jeans. Her hair is in a low ponytail.
"Hey, Paulina. Let's hang out. It's been a while," she says. Then she pauses as she sees her mother on my bed, having her solo Scream Queens session. She sighs when Georgia doesn't even spare her a glance. "Let me guess. Game of Thrones?"
