"So we need to spend whatever time we have left on this earth wisely because, yesterday will never come again and tomorrow is never promised." -Amara Abdullahi, FH.
CHAPTER THREE: Girls Got Game
Amara Abdullahi
Today is definitely not my day! Why is everything going wrong for me, I thought to myself in annoyance. I feel like smashing my head into a wall right now. I let out a sigh as I walked into my gym class and immediately walked up to Amelia. "Hey what's up with you? You look annoyed as hell." Amy stated as she observed me. I slump onto the bleachers alongside her. "I am! I have detention today and it wasn't even my fault! It was that stupid Ken doll's fault!" I murmured still feeling pissed off. I bet I made absolutely no sense to her.
"Ooh so who is this Ken doll?" She asked as she raised an eyebrow at me.
"Zubair freaking Hassan!" I spat his name out as if it were venom.
I barely even know the guy but I don't care. He got me detention! Okay I maybe overreacting, but could you blame me? I was just trying to mind my own business and the next thing I know I'm being handed a detention slip."Wait, are you talking about the hottie? I saw him today and Mashallah! I get why all those girls were talking about him." She gushed. I ytied my best not to roll my eyes at her but failed miserably. I get he's cute and all but who cares? Looks fade but the personality sticks with you. A lot of girls at this school that chase after guys like him, lack common sense. I would rather have a sweet down to earth not so good looking guy than a way too into himself good looking jerk any day.
"Ew, Amy!" I scoffed.
"You don't think he's cute? Do you need glasses?" She stated as she give me a weird look.
I rolled my eyes at my so called best friend. Just then Mrs.Car blew her whistle and told us all to go into the changing rooms. The moment I walked in, I opened my gym locker and grabbed a pair of sweats, a long sleeved shirt, my black hijab and then went into one of the stalls to change. My favorite thing about this class is that it's all girls so I don't have to worry about a boy seeing me wear sweats or anything."You never told me how you guys got detention." Amy said as she got into the stall next to me. "Well he wouldn't stop talking and I just got annoyed of it all so just when I was about to tell him to stop, Mr.Miller thought we were having a discussion in the middle of class so he gave us both detention." I said with a sigh. I'm going to be stuck for two hours in a boring old room with Mr.Wanna-Be-Zac-Efron, oh god. Someone please come and shoot me now.
"So two hours with him? Good luck sistah friend!"
After a couple of minutes we both stepped out of the stalls and walked out of the locker room to where Ms. Car told all of the girls to come together. I'm going to need all of the luck I could get today cause frankly I am not in the mood to go anywhere but my room. I just want to lock myself in there and hide under my sheets for the rest of my life. But sadly I can't, sadly I have to live life even with its difficulties hurling its way at me at full speed. Just then, the words that my mother used to always tell me and my siblings came to mind.
"Never give up or lose hope because surely at the end of the tunnel there is a bright and shining light waiting for you. You just have to be smart enough to realize it."
That used to give me hope that everything would turn out fine. That there are good people in the world and that I just needed to be smart enough to realize that. Not much later I discovered that, that was bull and the hope I was feeling before was false hope. Because surely there is no light waiting for me at the end of this tunnel, just nothing but the dark night that surrounds me and envelopes me into a sea of sadness. Grief. Whenever I used to feel like this, I would always turn to Allah. Because unlike everyone else in my life, God was always there, and I know that no matter how bad things may get, I could always turn to him and not just in my times of need. At first I used to resent Allah for making our mother sick and letting my father become an alcoholic who didn't care about anyone but himself. I didn't pray as much as I should've and just got out of touch with everything. But after that, I realized that Allah only tests the people who he knows can handle it. I realized how strong I actually am and it also made my resentment for my father slowly start to decrease. I must've zoned out because before I knew it, Amelia was waving her hand in front of my face frantically.
"Hello! Earth to Amara." Amy snapped her fingers, trying to catch my attention.
Before I could even say anything Ms.Car blew her whistle once more and everyone stopped talking. "Okay girls, today we are playing dodge ball against Mr. Archer's male class. So yes we need to show the men that we women have game, so let's set up!!" She said a little too enthusiastically. The one thing I like but also don't like about Ms.Car is that she's always happy which can be a good thing, but there is a such thing as too happy and she has definitely crossed the line into that realm.
Amy and I along with the other 26 girls in this class laundered around and gathered a few balls here and there. After we set them in a line we walked back to the bleachers. I love playing dodge ball because it's the only sport that you are fully in control. You control where the ball goes. Sometimes I wish my life was like that, I could be fully in control. Cause if I was, I would heal my mother, find my father and ask why he walked out on us at the time we needed him the most, I would've given Mahirah a better childhood, I would help Hamid get a soccer scholarship, I would help Amran with her business and even find a way to relieve Nur of his stress. I would just fix everything that I think is wrong. Everything that I have no control of. But Allah does, he controls everything, so when I feel desperate I turn to him.
The doors to the gymnasium opened and the first thing I saw was Hamid walking over to where I am with someone else... it's... Ken doll. I quickly turned around in hopes of them both walking the other direction. I love my twin and all but I really don't want to run into his friend. Or acquaintance, whatever he is to him. The boys began to line up on the other side of the gym, they all looked strong, buff, they're probably football players or something. All of us girls started walking to the side opposite of the boys.
"It's 30 to 28 one guy needs to go over to the girls side." Mr. Archer announced.
"Mr. Archer I wouldn't mind playing with them."
Oh God, I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the sound of that voice.I know that voice way too well. That, ladies and gentlemen was the voice of my very own twin. Why does he want to play with girls?? And that's when it hit me like a ton of bricks, he probably wants to talk to me about something. More specifically someone and I just might know who.
"Very well Mr. Abdullahi you can go."
"Play ball!!"
Everyone ran up at once in search of a ball. The thing about me is that I LOVE dodge ball, throwing balls, dodging them, they're all easy for me. As soon as we all ran back Mr. Archer rang his bell, indicating that we could start throwing them. "So Zubair told me he got you guys detention." My brother started off. See? Told you. I know this dude all too well.
"Yes he did no thanks to him!" I responded with a sigh.
My eyes caught glimpse of him, Zubair. He looked dazed, unaware, which would be the perfect opportunity. I then thrusted the ball in his direction but sadly he dodged it with ease. Dang it, did I lose my touch!?!
"That's funny."
I turned around and shot a death glare at my twin. If only he weren't on my team he would be the first one I'd try to get out. "Whatever!" I snapped as I hit him not so lightly on his shoulder. Boy deserved it. "Ouch!" He winced in pain. "Damn since when did you hit so hard? I remember when you used to hit like a gummy-bear but now you hit like a pro." He slung his arm over my shoulder with a proud smirk on his face.
"I taught you well sis."
I shrugged him off and threw the ball and watched as it hit some unknowing boy directly on his arm. After half an hour us girls [&Hamid] have 6 of us left and the boys 3. My aim is to get Kenny out and hopefully I will. "Go Mara!" Amelia cheers for me while sitting on the bench. She was one of the first girls to get out, sports and Amy are like water & oil. They do not go together at all. I flashed her a smile and turned back around now fully focused. I then easily took out another jock. Now it's 2 to 2, the two boys being Kenny and another guy named Jamal. Hamid threw the ball at Jamal who quickly dodged it.
"Come on, Hamid we got this!" I said with determination.
What can I say? I'm a very competitive person, if I want to win something then I'll give it my 110% and won't give up. This then went on for another 10 minutes and now it's only me and Hamid vs Zubair. It's amazing what twin power can do! You see Hamid and I are equally competitive and when we want something we try our best, but we're even better doing it together. My eyes then focused hard on Zubair, this is it. I can do this, I encouraged myself. With one last breath I threw the ball into the air with my eyes closed. When I opened them I was surprised to see Zubair heading towards the bleachers which can only mean one thing. We actually won.
"Great job sis." Hamid patted me on the back.
A bunch of the girls ran up to me and tackled me in a group hug. Some even tried to hug Hamid but he shut them down.
"Congrats you were awesome!!" Amelia squealed slinging her arm over my shoulder.
"Yeah you were good!"
I slowly turned around and saw Kenny smiling all smugly at me.
"Thanks." I said slowly.
Again, can you blame me for being suspicious of him? This boy got me detention and is making me waste precious time that I could be spending with my mother. Every moment, every second counts. And it's every second I want to spend with her. Being around her has taught me so many things and the biggest lesson would be that time is short. So we need to spend whatever time we have left on this earth wisely because, yesterday will never come again and tomorrow is never promised.
"Look I'm sorry for earlier can we call truce?" He asked, for once sounding sincere.
Zubair Hassan
Say yes, please say yes. I honestly did feel bad, really. I shouldn't have bothered her as much as I did and I knew it. The truth is, I just wanted a reason to talk to her and also mainly because I was bored and when I'm bored I make rash decisions. "Whatever, Hassan." She said as she let out a sigh. Yeah I should've known she'd say that, I don't blame her. From my peripheral vision I could see both Hamid and Jamal walking up to where I was standing.
"Hey man!" Jamal said smiling widely. This dude right ladies and gentlemen is my very best friend Jamal Hakeem. We've been friends ever since we were little because our mothers were extremely close as well. I remember when I used to make really bad decisions and get into fights, he would always be there to snap me out of it and give me a wake up call. That's what friends do and I'd do the same for him any day.
"You want to go shoot some hoops after school?" He asked.
"I can't, I have detention." I responded as I looked at Amara.
My focus didn't once waver as I continued to stare at her which earned me a death glare from her. I couldn't help but gaze at her brown eyes, they looked mysterious like they held a bunch of stories. I bet they did. Everyone has their own story and they say the eyes are the windows to the soul. Hers look sad, depressed and over all lost.
"Of course you do, what did you do this time?" He joked.
"You really wanna know?" I responded with a smirk.
"Nah, I gotta go anyways. See you guys later!" He then left the gymnasium.
Now all that was left here was me, Hamid, Amara and her friend, all standing there awkwardly. Her friend looked up at me and smiled, I smiled back. "Hi, I don't think we've met, I'm Amelia but people call me Amy." She said happily. Amara and her friend are like polar opposites, one of them looks happy, joyful even and the other seems, like I said before, depressed. I guess opposites really do attract.
"Nice too meet you, I'm Zubair." I responded with a smile of my own.
"Come on Amy, we have to go." Amara said as she pulled Amelia's arm slightly.
"See you at detention!" I yelled as she left.
"Dude." Hamid came up to me and put an arm on my shoulder. "She hates you."
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