I wake up with a start as my alarm rings . With groggy eyes I make my way towards the bathroom . After doing my daily routine , I start to get ready for department .
Black Abaya , red scarf and black sandals make me look presentable . I snatch my bag and mobile and head towards the kitchen . While eating breakfast I check my phone to see any messages .
"How are you?"
There's another message from that guy . I am almost tempted to check out his profile . Almost .
"I am good , how are you?" I reply nonchalantly .
Putting my phone in my handbag , I walk my way through the streets .
Habits vary from person to person . Some people eat when nervous , some sweat , some cry . I walk .
And throughout my journey I have made walking a very crucial part of my life . It gives me the time I need to cope with my issues .
My phone rings , snapping me out of my train of thoughts and bringing me back to the real world .
"I am fine too . Let me introduce myself . I am Ibrahim Sheikh , an engineer . What about you?"
Without replying , I put my mobile back inside my bag and enter my class . There's no time to reply , I am already late .
The day passed by quickly yet slowly . Each period was a torture but I made it to the end and that's what matters .
After reaching home , I decided I should check Ibrahim's profile just to be safe . You don't want a creep texting you every hour .
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Loving Her
RomanceA Muslim girl's story Read to find out the journey of hardships and romance ... Filled with love and tears . Find out whether you will LOVE HER too or .... ?
