SABRINA'S POV
LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA.
JUlY, 2013.
We were at a Victoria Secret store. Loren bought fifteen new shorts, twelve mini dresses and some crop tops. Kubra purchased tons of maroon colored outfits, her addiction is worst that mine when it comes to favorite colors.
I purchased fifteen jeans, few coats and jackets, and some new materials to design clothes with. I'd have to check on other stores for more fashion supplies, which will take time. So maybe I'll check them out when I've finally settled down in college. I mean half of my closet is my work, why be a designer if you don't patronise your work?
"$5800, ma'am." The cashier called out the bill. I regret agreeing to pay for the bills. Kubra is so manipulative, she literally forced me to pay even before we left home. In her words, I owe her a treat. Releasing an exhausting sigh, I handed my card to her, unwillingly, if I may add.
"You're the best, Sabrina." The girls giggled, pulling me outside the store to another store. I felt like crying because they kept on purchasing unimportant things, like a lawn mower, we have two gardeners for crying out loud. My account will be penniless before the end of the day.
"Let's check out the Jewellery shop." Kubra suggested to Loren. She nodded in agreement. I rolled my eyes and tiredly sat down on the empty bench that was sited next to Pandora.
"You coming?"
"I'll pass." I sighed, slumping backwards. They rushed to the nearest jewellery store not before dumping all the shopping bags on me plus mine making triple the trouble. I rested for about ten minutes before I decided to get Starbucks. I handed the tons of shopping bags to our two bodyguards before I sauntered towards Starbucks. I got a hot cappuccino coffee which was perfect to suit the stress that was washing over me. I took a selfie pouting and posted it on Instagram.
Taking a sip out of my coffee, I caught a glimpse of something, or rather someone. My eyes can't be deceiving me. Is that...? No it can't be! But it is...
SIMONE ROCHA
Simone rocha, my fashion role model, is an Irish Fashion designer. She emerged from the prestigious Central Saint Martins M.A. program having been mentored by the late, highly influential Louis. She's also the daughter of late designer, John Rocha. She's my all time favorite designer, I can't believe my eyes right now.
I scurried to where she stood, anxiously checking her phone from time to time. She was dressed in a plain white tee and blue pencil jeans with a black pointed toe stiletto. A scarf was carelessly wrapped on her neck with some black shades. She looked so good even without putting much effort on it—-that's one thing I love about her style. Effortless but Classy.
"Simone Rocha." I whisper yelled, because I am sure she doesn't want to blow her cover. I'd be an awful fan to drag attention towards her. She averted her gaze towards me with a sarcastic smile, "I try going to the mall thinking I won't get recognised but what were you thinking Simone?" She facepalmed herself.
"Hey, please don't draw attention, I'm begging." She pleaded fixing her cat eyed shades.
"Why would I? I'm your number one fan. I still can't believe it's you." I muttered, trying my best not to act foolish.
"Thank you. How are you by the way?" Did Simone Rocha just asked about my well being? Oh my Allah.
"I'm awesome." I giggled, foolishly. I brought out my phone for a selfie.
"Can I?" I politely asked.
"Of course but may I at least know my number one fan's name?" She grinned showcasing her pearl white teeth. Someone please kill me.
"Sa—Sabr—Sabrina,I'm Sabrina." I stuttered. I took five selfies with her which I am totally posting later on. I see her adjusting her clothes just in case any crazy fan bumps into her. I'm a crazy fan but I'm just trying to keep my cool before I get banned from the mall for doing something insane.
"Wait! I have an idea." I blurted out after thinking about the plan in my head. She looked confused then I said, "About keeping your cover."
"Ohh." She muttered in realisation. I pulled her to a corner where nobody could site us. I removed a white converse from the shopping bag that was with me. I slid my hand into my hijab to remove the ribbon which I used to pack my hair with.
"Remove your Stilettos and put on the converse, then you can pack your curly hair into a messy bun, your shirt can be tucked in a bit since you're wearing a height waisted jeans. And then your scarf should be tied around your hair. I'm almost a hundred percent sure that nobody is going to recognise you." I finished, grinning from ear to ear. She smiled widely in amusement. After doing everything I had asked her to do, even I would barely recognise her in the midst of strangers.
"You really are my number one fan. Keep it up. But are you perhaps a fashion designer or you work in a boutique or something?"
"I'm a fashion designer, I'm even wearing one of my work." I twirled around, showcasing the Slate Grey lace top and black wide leg jeans.
"Impressive! Where are you from?"
"I'm a Nigerian but American by birth. I lived in LA for ten years before going back to Nigeria for my high school but I'm back now for college."
"You don't look or sound like a Nigerian one bit. I mean the thick American accent and also you're white."
Swallowing a huge lump, "My Mother's Arab." I replied quickly. I don't like talking about my mother, not even for a minute.
"Ohh. Well I think we should meet more often, due to the fact that I'm weirdly attracted to you. You have this fashion taste that many designers lack, and you're also so young." She exclaimed. I almost lost it as I started giggling and jumping like a crazy child. She had to hold me back to restrain me from continuing my madness. I muttered a sorry.
"I promise you. You won't regret it."
"I know I won't, Sabrina." She replied. We talked about fashion a bit more before we exchanged numbers and had her follow me on Instagram.
I still can't believe it, my long dream was finally coming true. Indeed Allah is the greatest of all. Alhamdullilah! I'm beyond elated.
"I should get going, I'm famished." She grumbled clutching onto her angry tummy. Remembering I had raspberries inside my side bag, I brought it out of the mini container.
"Eat."
Reluctantly, she picked five raspberries and munched it down. A warm smile appeared on her face, "You're a keeper girl!"
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I sat on the porch swing, my knees raised close to my chest as I moon gazed. Yes, I enjoy watching the moon and stars at night, it was a sight I never missed. Especially during the full moon.
The night sky was aglow with glistening city lights. The bright moon shone like a silvery claw in the night sky. The softly glittering blanket of stars twinkled above. The only sound is the wind whistling through trees, with the occasional cricket chirping here and there if you're lucky enough to find one. The world becomes so peaceful that it is difficult not to relax completely while looking at this particular nighttime beauty.
I took this opportunity to write down a few things on my bucket list—-things I'd like to accomplish between these five years. Though I know most of it is impossible, I'll still write it down in my journal and five years later, I'll laugh at how ridiculous I was being.
SABRINA ADILA KHALEED'S LIST
1-BECOME FAMOUS AS A FASHION DESIGNER.
2-GO SKY DIVING.
3-BUILD A MASJID HERE IN LA.
4-MAKE MY OWN MONEY.
5-MAKE MY PARENTS PROUD.
6-TRAVEL AROUND THE WORLD.
7-MEET JUSTIN BIEBER.
8-NAME MY FASHION BRAND DILA KS.
9-BUY A HOUSE.
10-OWN THREE JAGUARS.
11-OPEN A HELP FOUNDATION.
12-BECOME SUCCESSFUL.
13-BEFRIEND A LOT OF CELEBRITIES.
14-ATTEND COACHELLA MUSIC FESTIVAL.
15-LEARN SPANISH.
16-JOIN THE UCLA BRUINS (BASKETBALL TEAM) AND LEAD THEM TO VICTORY.
17-OPEN A RESTAURANT.
18-ATTEND LOTS OF RED CARPET AWARDS.
19-MAKE MY YA ALIZA AND BABA KAKA PROUD.
20-MEET MY OTHER HALF.
IN SHAA ALLAH
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END OF CHAPTER