I wake up to the sound of my phone calling the Adhan; I can't believe it's morning already. I get up to observe Fajr (morning) prayers and go back to sleep. I wake up a few hours later, dress up and go to the gym. I can't wait for this year to be over; I am finally going to be done with university. I am in my final year of studying software engineering at California State University, Fullerton.I am done working out; I walk back to my room, to wake up my roommate to get ready for school. I have a lovely roommate who is a good friend of mine. We met three years ago when we both arrived at the university, and ever since then, we have been friends and roommates."Hey! Wake up" I say tapping her "Do I have to go to school?" Khloe says still trying to get comfortable on her bed. Khloe is a beautiful brunette with green eyes. She is the same height as me; we are both 5'6 feet tall. She has a light skin tone while I am dark-skinned with dark brown ey

It’s been two weeks since Ethan and I started working together or rather tried to work together with no progress. We still have not settled on anything for the assignment, and I have can’t believe it’s due in two weeks. I just finished performing Dhuhr (Afternoon) prayer, and I am getting ready for class. I did not have lectures in the morning; that’s why I am still at home. I put on my outfit, which consists of a black crop sweater with green plaid pants and black ankle boots. I am about to step out of the house when I receive a call from one of my loved ones. “As salamu alaykum” My elder brother, Usman says once I answer his call. Usman is 6’1 feet’s tall, has a solid build, with dark brown eyes, has a tan skin tone that he gets from my dad while I got my dark skin tone from my mom. My brother is a very handsome man.“Wa alaykumu salam.”  “How are you doing sis,” U

He brought me to his house, of all places, why did he bring me to his home. Does he want to rape me or something? I think if he wanted to, I wouldn’t be standing here and him walking towards wherever he is walking too. I look around the place, and I must say it’s beautiful. The walls are painted black all around, really matching his personality. There is a staircase to my left, while straight ahead is the living room decorated with little bits of white painting, giving the room colour. The couches are grey with a black centre table. I walk towards the living room, and to its right is the kitchen. The kitchen is gorgeous; it is painted grey. The chairs in the kitchen are white and golden long stools. The workup is black with little stripes of gold. “If you are done admiring my house, I think we should continue the assignment,” Ethan says startling me“Oh yes we should, but I have to say your house is beautiful,” I say wa

It feels like it was yesterday I was left to rot at that unknown place. Khloe was able to save me that day. I can’t believe Ethan left me there. I know he was angry, but that is not enough reason for him to leave me there. I should not be surprised anyways because it’s Ethan I am talking about, someone who hates me more than anything in this world. He hurt me a little that night, nothing serious, but I still feel little pains in my arms when I move them. His grip was really tight that night.I am on my way to class this beautiful afternoon. I get to class and take my seat, waiting for the professor to arrive. Someone takes a seat beside me, but I don’t border to look up from my phone to know who it is. The professor arrives after a few seconds, and the class starts. I keep my phone on the table and look up. The person sitting beside me is not someone I want to see after what happened on Saturday. Ethan is sitting beside me. Why is he sitting beside me? I

A few weeks have passed since that beautiful encounter between Ethan and me. I felt so shy to face him again after that day, but the next day in school, Ethan acted like nothing happened. We have become closer than ever; we do a lot of things together that I never saw us doing. We go to class together, study together and even go for lunch together like we are right now. Ethan and I are at a nice restaurant after a long day of lectures.“I hope you have not forgotten about my game on Saturday,” Ethan says after he takes a bite of his chicken.“You have been talking about it for the past two weeks. I won’t miss it for the world” I say after taking a sip of my drink.“I just want to remind you so you won’t forget.”“I won’t and is Saturday, not Caroline’s birthday,” I say recalling the lovely girl telling me about it last time we met.“Yes, it is, and she said I should ask you if you could make a few doughnuts for her birthday.”“Of course, I would love to, but there