A love story that will touch your heart.

This is the beginning ; comment if you want more :D

A normal person wakes up to cute good morning messages or a sweet voice by their mother sayin, "Honey, wake up". But that is not the case in my life. I woke up to my family yelling in the living room, correction, "talking on the phone". Welcome to my life. It was only 10:00 a.m. in the morning and I settled down in my hello Kitty pajamas, put my glasses on and walked down stairs. I could just smell some kulcha (Afghan bread) and chai (tea). Not to mention, my family has a sick addiction with tea. In fact, some days my Baba (father) tells me that I am a disgrace to Afghan community because I hate tea. As I was pouring some milk in my bowl of cereal, mamma was complaining to Baba about how I don't listen to her. Mamma thinks I am getting too hard to handle, this is why she wants to send me back home so I can learn some manners. I don't act girly enough, I can't cook properly, I don't talk in front of people and this is why no guy will marry me. I am only 18 and my parents are already worried about finding a good Muslim Pushtoon guy. (A nation, dominating group in Afghanistan). I have a love and hate relationship with my mom, can't live with her, can't live without her. I was almost done with my cereal, I washed the bowl and went upstairs in my room again. Now that I have off from college, I seriously think I can spend all day along in my room. Who is complaining though? I don't like people anyways. I mean it's hard to explain. It's just that I am very pick when it comes to socializing. I was relaxing while Maria texted me:
Maria: hey Aliya, there is this new hijab store opened in New York City. You wana come?
Me: Ah, thats an hour drive from us. But sure let's go. what time?
Maria be ready at 3. :)
Me: okay

You know how there is a quote, " A girl can never have enough shoes". I believe, " A hijabi can never have enough hijabs". Hijab by definition is the head dress Muslim girls wear. But to a hijabi, it is way more than a piece of cloth. My hijab makes me feel protected. It is the symbol that I will do what my lord asks me to. Maria was here, we left together. It was not that long of a drive. When we got there, there were a lot of pretty hijabs, I seriously wanted to spend all my money. I held a light blue hijab in hand to feel the texture and the guy behind me asked if I could help him pick a hijab.  He had two hijabs in his hands. I was thinking in my head, why did he asked me out of every girl there. I pointed at his right hand, a green hijab. He said thank you, It is for my sister.I had the urge to say, Did I ask you? but I didn't say anything. I was so busy thinking that I didn't even notice how he looked. After he was gone, Maria was already crushing hard on him.

Maria: Omg, did you see the way he talked? Ya Allah, I almost passed out.

Me: nah, didn't bother to look.

Maria: you should've. What if he is that "pushtoon" guy you parents are looking for.

Me: shutup maria and let's go home.

It was an hour drive when we came back, I was really tired. I went to sleep.

Next morning, Baba was yelling," Bachem(Kiddo in Farsi), get ready, Jummah is in few hours". I like praying jummah (friday prayer )at home cause I hate people at the mosque. They are nosy to the max and they comment on every single thing. Anyways, I was forced to go to the mosque. When we got there, khutbah (Islamic lecture before prayer) had already started, we attended the lecture and prayed. After we were done, I was looking for Baba in the men section. It is so awkward looking there, because guys think you are checking them out. Almost everyone left and I still didn't see Baba. I was standing there while this guy asked me in a polite tone," Hey, are you looking for someone?". I turned around and holy cow, it was the same dude at the hijab store.

Reviews

[Scott Metro]

A warm look into your life...a slice of it anyway....
A glimpse into another culture...
This was well worth the read...revealing in so many ways.
Enjoyed it.
Scott

[Sarrah.246]

Thank you so much

[Sarrah.246]

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