Jamil woke up feeling like a car wreck. His mouth felt like an unwashed carpet, and he seemed to be able to think of only one thing - he was wasted.
A text message beeped on his phone.
To: Jamie
From: TZ
Heavy night last night, bro. Still got some weed left over.
Dude, that was one live party.
Gotta Give Mo cred for holding one like that.
Din noe he had it in him.
N were the hell did all those girls come from?
They jus kept fallin out of the sky.
hahahahaha
'Jamie' managed a smile. TZ was a joker.
'Jamil. Jamil can I come in?'
Shoot. His mother was here. She couldnt see him like this. He was still in his levis and pink polo. Quickly, he downed some water and pulled the covers to his head.
'Ya habibi, I need you to help me today, please, please'. He knew why she had to plead. She was scared. Pshh, stupid woman. Why would he help her? What had she done for him, apart from try to keep him home and make him pray all day?
'Listen, its friday and youve gotta go mosque and we have guests. So get up please, yalla!'
He turned from her.
No. Go away man. Whats wrong with you? Go clean up yourself, your a woman, go do what your stupid culture tells you and cook and clean and whatever.
His mother shook her head sadly. She'd lost her son, she knew it. She longed for the days that he used run up and join his father in prayer, with his miniature prayer mat. But then he'd changed, he'd 'grown up' into a teenager. More like a monster.
Beep.
To: Jamie
From: TZ
Yo jamie, come down to Baz's place
Were gonna roll up a few zubbys and crack a few cans of lager.
Oh ,and play a few games.
Up 4 it?
dnt b l8 bro,
1.30, u got 20 mins.
Suddenly, Jamil heard the athan.
For a fleeting moment, he felt something in him, a shadow of the boy he used to be.
No, the boy his mom wanted him to be.
And his father. Just thinking of his father made him furious.
At Baz's House....
Jaaaaaaaaaaaaaamieee Myyy mannnn!
Sup Mo. You still got the nerve to come here after that wild party u had?
Shut up. Here. Catch.
Thanks. U know...I was thinking, maybe we should go down the mosque today.
TZ Snorted.
hahahha ! Joker. Stop with your mosque jokes. You make me laugh.
Nah Im serious.
*Baz narrows his eyes*
Listen. Youre either here, with us, living your life, or youre there, with them, praying and whatever other things they do. Dude, why would you wanna give this away for that?
And if you do, then dont ever come back here beggin for crack cuz i will crack your head.
Understand? I risk my life providing u with this stuff. And u repay me by suggesting stupid ideas? Get a life.
Suddenly, they hear voices outside.
Music shakes the street, and a guy in a suit slides smoothly out of his shiny black lamborghini gallardo.
Someone hammers at the door.
Let me in, Baz.
Baz jumps up.
Idiots. Dont stare, move, hide the stuff, come on, move it girlies!
I know your in there. And this time youre not getting out alive.
mashaAllah this is great. we got another talented writer on LI mashaAllah
Waiting for more!
MORE MORE MORE! lol
lol alhamdulillah i dnt hav to deal with that more more more buisiness my sister's writing a story now, i've lost my writing abilities *or mayb i'm too lazy* lol
Learn silence as you have learned speech.
Speech will guide you, and silence will protect you.
lol alhamdulillah i dnt hav to deal with that more more more buisiness my sister's writing a story now, i've lost my writing abilities *or mayb i'm too lazy* lol
Lol hehe u smarty pants, u caught up on me saying that hehe I said it on purpose, hoping someone would take notice of the more more thing MashaAllah, ur so cute
Honestly ur stories were lovely mashaAllah. Ill be waitin on ur sisters story, inshaAllah
*Without Allah, without Islam, life would be meaningless. If I've ever learned patience, it's because of this. Alhamdulillah...*
Lol hehe u smarty pants, u caught up on me saying that hehe I said it on purpose, hoping someone would take notice of the more more thing MashaAllah, ur so cute
Honestly ur stories were lovely mashaAllah. Ill be waitin on ur sisters story, inshaAllah
lol alhamdulillah i dnt hav to deal with that more more more buisiness my sister's writing a story now, i've lost my writing abilities *or mayb i'm too lazy* lol
No you didn't lose your writing abilities, you're just lazy.
'excited?!!!! habibti, ya allah, this is the happiest thing since I got married!' Ma'ha's Mom Yelled.
'Uhm, Shireen, Honey, slow down. I think Ma'ha's got something to say..'
Well Nah...Ma'ha thought. What was wrong with her lately? Since when had she turned into such a...urghh!
'Ummi, I think me and Jamil need to talk first..its halal for him to kinda, interview me...im not sure if were gonna click. I need to make sure of a few things...'
'Course, hunny. But I have to be there, you know, to make sure. We'll call him in, and you can talk ' a smile broke out on Shireen's aged face. This was bliss...every cloud has a silver lining, but this cloud, this little cloud here, had a lining of gold. Tears threatened to embarass her, she wasnt one to cry easily, and she blinked them back.
Ma'ha's face became beetroot red. Thank god her mom was gonna be there.
'Uhm....sure. Ill...go, eh, call him?'
Ma'ha heard them call out their approval as she hurriedly ran upstairs to check herself..quickly, she reapplied her gloss and fixed her hair and made sure her nose wasnt shiny..then she stole downstairs and crept into the living room like a cat, hoping he wouldnt notice her...in fact, she hadnt noticed, but, she had her eyes squeezed tight shut!
'Aw..ehm, hey! Didnt see you there babe...I MEAN, stakfirullah...i..didnt..know'
Gosh, why was he such being such a god darned idiot?
He had seemed to lose his ability to talk to girls cooly..wait, this wasnt a girl, this was the girl...which made it all the more scarier...but hey, she looked like she'd just seen a jinn!
Ma'has uncle, Husam, was mortifieeeeeed! Yeah, sure he was ancient, but right now, he felt like a teenager who was being left out of a conversation...haha ,what was that thing he used to say...its an A, B conversation...C yourself out..he laughed out loud suddenly.
Dammit!
'UNCLE!' Ma'ha yelled. Why had she just yelled it anyway? Cuz it was so sudden...or maybe cuz she was relieved. 'Whats funny?'
'Nothing, baby, nothing. Now what did you want?'
'She wanted me...ehh..right?' Jamil felt his palms go kinda sweaty. WHY????? K, maybe a little bit of the flirt factor could be used here...he had to win this woman!
'Yeah...lets go to the other room...NO, I MEAN,, my mums there....' She looked up accidently for the first time and met Jamil's eyes. For a moment she felt like an electric current surged up her and she had to touch her head to make sure her hair wasnt standing on end, which, for some reason, made Jamil laugh. He got up and towered over her, and she melted like a snowman in Mexico.
'You go..f-first. B-be my guest!' She gestured towards the door and Jamil was now definately sure that she liked him..and he liked her! Couldnt be easier, right? Women. He rolled his eyes and stopped at the kitchen door.
He laughed sheepishly.
'Eh...Ladies first! You get it over with and stuff and I'll come and say my grand speech laters...yeh?'
'Nice try...p-please go in.'
Jamil felt his heart skip a beat. God she was gorgeous. Floor, floor, floor!
Aww, bless, she was shy!
Mashallah, she was such a lady. He doubted she had even looked at another guy. Perfecto.
Inside, they both took a seat, facing each other (WHY, they both thought) and their mums sat at the end of the table, pretending they werent listening.
'So, Uhhh...Wait a sec, I dont even know your name. Mines Jamil...Obviously'
D'OH! He kicked himself under the table.
Cute, Ma'ha thought. He thought of her first. Suddenly, she felt comfortable and confident. They were meant to be, destiny, this is what Allah wanted, so she might as well go along with it. She knew he'd changed..she could just feel it, he radiated it.
'Im Ma'ha...I guess we better get started then..ehm...So, why did you wanna marry me?'
'Cuz your sweet...and my best friends sister...may allah rest his soul, and religious and...welll...your kinda really beautiful. Mashllah. I wasnt flirting by the way, jus telling the truth.'
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my sister's writing a story now, i've lost my writing abilities *or mayb i'm too lazy* lol
I said it on purpose, hoping someone would take notice of the more more thing 
, try to work on the punctuation though.
pretty mushy too 
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