XxMuslimxX
  • XxMuslimxX
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XxMuslimxX
  • XxMuslimxX
{October 2nd 2015} I sat there swinging on the patio swing in the park. I change the speed of my swinging as I reach the last page of my memory book-the family picture. My black fedora flies off my head, and lands on a bush. I, therefore, look up at the leaves falling from the tree beside it. I take the book and put it next to me. I stand up, and walk over to the bush, and with my right hand, I pick up the fedora. The one Eethar gifted me on the same day, a few years ago. I force a weak smile on my face as I open my locket with my left hand, and stare at the family picture. Just by looking at it I could remember every detail of what happened that day. I stood between Eethar Abdulqaher and Abduldulrahman Ismail patiently. I looked over to Eethar's left to see Abdulaziz Carpenter, and next to him, his sister, Yasmine Carpenter. Behind her was Sage Thamer, who was taller than she was, and giving her the extra bunny ears she didn't need. I giggled. Next to him was Rose Thamer, his sister. I then looked over Abdulrahman's right and saw Aisha Ismail smiling at me. Behind her was — "Fatimah!!!" I quickly turned to the Camera and gave my best smile. Ever since, that was my favorite picture. I ran to take a look at the results. In the very corner, I saw a familiar face that was smiling at the camera, but walking at the same time. On the other side was a girl wearing a hood that covers her hair. She was looking at the camera un-cautiously. I smile. That was Chase, and Vivian Hunter. I didn't know that that specific smile could cause a big change in my life, but it did. I shake my head, and turn around to see that the wind has blown hard enough to close my memory book. I look down at my fedora, before fixating it on my head. I walk over to the memory book, and pick it up. Will we ever meet again, I think as I made my way to the library. When I got there, I went to the diary section, and started looking for a diary that describes a teen like me, but no matter how much I look the only diaries or such I could find were about Ordinary Teens; the thing is: I am not ordinary. I am Fatimah Abdulqaher, a 15 year old teenager. I live with my mom, my dad, my 6 year old brother Abdullah, my 7 year old sister Amna, my 5 year old sister Sarah, and my 1 year brother Ammar. Everyone in the family lives an ordinary life except for me. My life makes no sense at all. For me at least. I'm a goody-two-shoes, or at least that's what Yasmine likes to call me. I'm extraordinary, or at least that's what Chase likes to call me. At school no one cares about me and shows appreciation to me. I'm currently friendless, but I don't mind. What about Yasmine? Well..she's in Canada. I sigh. I'm in the United States. The whole school is honestly against me. I don't really get it, I am anything a good person can be, and my family are the only ones who appreciate me. It's sad to think about it. I get good grades, I pray, I do a lot of things and I am rewarded with more than just no friends and mean teachers. Before I leave the library I take a good look at myself in the mirror. My big unique gray eyes are shining like diamonds, and my black eyebrows were just perfectly sitting above my eyes. I look myself head to toe, but all I can see is my bright face because my body is covered. Why, you may ask? I am Muslim.
LilliVarner99
  • LilliVarner99
I like it :)
XxMuslimxX
  • XxMuslimxX
Thank you :)

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LilliVarner99
  • LilliVarner99
Anytime :) @XxMuslimxX
Destinyyyy
  • Destinyyyy
Its very good but I see a few errors. (Unknown if this is a story about someone else or about yourself).. Try reading it aloud or into something like google translate that will read it aloud to you. Some of it doesn't flow right and you could change a few words around.. Like "put" to "place"..
XxMuslimxX
  • XxMuslimxX
OKay; thanks for the recommendations; I'll keep that in mind.
horsegirl27
  • horsegirl27
I agree that there are a few errors, but this is interesting and I like it!
XxMuslimxX
  • XxMuslimxX
@horsegirl27 Thanks.
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  • horsegirl27
you're welcome!

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