Discovering The Truth

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A/n : Asalamu'alaikum everyone ! ! Thx for checking out this book.

Most unfamiliar words in italics are provided with definitions in my word bank at the end so you don't have to search it up :)

And before you start, know that any character isn't a represtation of me. I'm not the best muslim, and I'm definitely not perfect. And if the main character seems that way, know that she isn't either, you should, actually, be able to spot a few mistakes she makes, hopefully ;).

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وَلَا تَسْتَوِي الْحَسَنَةُ وَلَا السَّيِّئَةُ ۚ ادْفَعْ بِالَّتِي هِيَ أَحْسَنُ فَإِذَا الَّذِي بَيْنَكَ وَبَيْنَهُ عَدَاوَةٌ كَأَنَّهُ وَلِيٌّ حَمِيمٌ - 41:34

And not equal are the good deed and the bad. Repel [evil] by that [deed] which is better; and thereupon the one whom between you and him is enmity [will become] as though he was a devoted friend.

[Qur'an ; Surah Fussilat]

^ so, we learn from this that we should respond to evil with good.

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Chapter 1: I Should Stop Complaining

'You, get up.'

Eyes mirroring the size of saucepans, I pointed to myself in confirmation, a slient question of 'me?'. Seeing the nod, my hands automatically navigated their way to the dark abyss of my blazer, wrapping around my tasbeeh in a firm grip. In slow degrees and utter disbelief, I stood up from my chair, the screech of it echoing excruciatingly around the hall. The bone chilling atmosphere of the exam hall stilled me to a deadly state of quietude, letting my blood drain from my face in copious rates and in turn, left my face pale from the deprivation of this liquid that gave us humans a chance to live. And Allah controlled this blood, you should never forget.

'And this, is where talking gets you.' The words tumbled out of the most beautiful, the most fabulous teacher in the whole entire world, no, scratch that, universe. Why had he only asked me to stand up when people around are still talking?!

Feeling hundreds of pairs of eyes on me, I pointedly stared down upon the single pen mark on the corner of my desk, seeing chips of flint flaking of the side. Noticing my hands shake under their coverage, I clenched them even harder, the beads of my tasbeeh engraving into my skin, causing a momentary sting through my hand. My pale face, however, couldn't seek coverage from anything, since my hair, instead of covering me, was being covered by my headscarf. Damn, I bet this is why some people wear niqabs.

Now, stop being so confused. I'm standing, yes, standing, not sitting, in an exam hall, because, you know, teachers seem it fit for only one person to get punished for all of their friends who had been talking, and we hadn't even been given the paper yet! Dumb teach being so extra for no reason. Arghh! Frantically pushing the beads of my tasbeeh, I read subhanallah in a constant mantra inside my head, trying to calm myself down so that I wasn't found dead on this stupid floor because of shock. Wait... would that be considered manslaughter? Maybe i should let myself die then...