“See, I didn't want you to have to deal with those kind of things and neither did ummi and abi.” He said . “You should try to advise her and if she doesn't want to listen, stay away from her.”
“But we're partners.” I replied dejectedly.
“If it isn't school work, try not to associate with her. I know it'll be hard but you're a smart girl.” Zayan said thoughtfully. “I'm sure your problems can't get any worse. Everything has a solution, inshallah.”
Zayan, you don't even know the half of my problems, I groaned inwardly.
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I hurried into school the next morning looking out for Cole at every corner. I carried my extra books in my arms the whole time, avoiding my locker like the plague. “Daleela!” I heard Jade call from behind me. I smiled at her rushed look. She was wearing sweat pants and a white tank top. Her long dark hair was pulled back into a high pony tail and her brown skin glistened prettily.
“Jade, how are you?” I said with a smile.
“Very happy you remembered my name,” She beamed, her Australian accent lighter than before. “I'm not very well as you can see. My morning has been a total bust. I woke up late and only had time to do my hair.”
“Aw, I'm sorry.”
“No it's all fine. Style isn't that important. You look amazing as usual. That scarf is stunning on you and I love the dress.” She said, gesturing toward my hijab and abaya.
“Thank you,” I replied bashfully.
“So how are you? Anything interesting happen?” She said, opening her locker and putting chap stick on. After I didn't speak for a while, she turned to look at me worriedly.“Is everything alright mate?”
I pulled her off to the side. “Do you know anybody named Cole? Or Dante or Marz?” I whispered quickly. She thought about it for a second.
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Diamonds & PearlsSpiritual
Daleela is fifteen, hormonal, and all around your average teenage Muslim girl. Well, you know, if being a Muslim girl in America is what you call average to start with. She has a quick temper, an overly soft heart, and to add to that she's constantl...