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Ahlam's POV

'Fuck everyone!' I said mentally after I accidentally stepped on a stupid rock. Everyone has been annoying me lately, and that Zayan, pff, I can't believe he is my brother like ya rabb...astaghfirullah(oh Allah forgive me) I know I'm not supposed to be saying this but..how,how?

The sky was grey due to the heavy down pour, I couldn't care less about how drenched I was in the rain, abi (father) kicked me out. Well, temporarily. He always does that when I annoy him.

Looks like I won't be going home anytime soon till asr time (evening prayer). So with that, I walked with the thought of going to Salama's house, I'm definitely going there!

"HEY YOU!" I heard a deep masculine voice from afar, huh...who- I was cut from my train of thoughts when a mini truck came my way splashing the thick mud all over me. "What the heck! " I spat in anger.

I wiped the mud from my face and saw Tareq on the back of the truck....of course it would be him, he laughed as the truck became smaller from the distance, I don't know what he finds special in bullying me, ME for the matter. I hope this bullying ends soon...

Without thinking twice, I went home to change. I mean, I can't be looking like a horrifying monster all day. Plus, I feel dirty.

I reached home. As I entered the living room, I saw my dad, oh no I didn't want to see him yet..

He turned afte hearing the sound of the door " what are u doing here?" He said calmly, but it sounded daring.

" I came back home to change I got soaked on mud"

He glared at me then turned away not saying anything. That means I can go upstairs.

I ended up taking a long hot shower then changed into a hoodie with sweatpants. Then rolled my hijab..

Someone opened the door aggressively, only zayan does that.. and of course, it was him.

I rolled my eyes after seeing him. "Ummi and abi are calling you"

Huh, my parents had never called me like this, I hope all is well...what is it they want to tell me?...