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An incessant beeping filled her unconscious thoughts and slowly, she was reeled in from the realm of dreams. Her eyes fluttered open groggily as she glanced at the blaring red numbers on her bedside alarm clock. She reached out a hand and hit the sleep button. “5:30am” read the clock. She turned onto her back ready to fall back asleep when the realization hit her. “Fajr!” she whispered and leapt out of bed. She hurried out to the top of the stairs, stopping on her way outside her parents’ room door long enough to say, “Ummi, Baba, fajr time!” and she hurried into the bathroom.
Lately it had become increasingly hard for her to wake up for fajr. She didn’t know why, but the sound of her alarm clock seemed to be integrated into her dreams, and only after an hour would she wake up and then have to hurry; the threat of missing fajr imminent. I must be sleeping too late, she thought to herself as she cupped the cold water flowing from the faucet in her hands and splashed it on her face.
Two hours later, breakfast eaten and clothes ironed, she made her way up to her room to get dressed. She stopped by her older sister Naira’s room and poked her head in after knocking twice. “Ma said we’re leaving by 8:00am. So be ready.” She said. Naira had been busy looking for something and was clearly not in the best of moods. “Next time can you warn me that you’re coming in here? You scared me out of my skin.” Naira grumbled.
She laughed and went into her own room, laying her dark red abaya and black hijab on her bed. She got dressed and tied her hair up in a loose bun that hung close to the nape of her neck. She took a black cloth cap and placed it on her head, tying the strings behind her head to keep her hair from showing. Moving a little closer to the mirror, she noticed slightly dark patches under her eyes. They were hard to notice, “but signs of deeper things” she thought to herself, feeling a slight pang in her heart. She shook her head and looked away from the mirror.
She picked up her hijab and was about to put it on when she heard her mother calling from downstairs. “Ra’il! Phone!” Ra’il quickly ran down to the bottom of the stairs, her hijab hanging halfway off her head. “Jazakillah khair Ummi” she said and took the phone from her mother. “Assalamualaikum?” she said into the phone as she walked back up the stairs, balancing it on her shoulder as she held up her abaya so she wouldn’t trip.
“Wa ‘Alaikum Assalam!” said an enthusiastic voice. It was Sharifa, Ra’il’s friend. “Did I wake you?” she asked.
“No, you know me, up after fajr.” Ra’il said. “How are you?” she asked, pulling the black sleeves onto her arms and finally pulling her abaya sleeves over them. She moved her arm around, to make sure her skin didn’t show.
“Yeah, hey, what time are you getting to school? I need to talk to you” Sharifa said, her tone serious.
“Umm,” Ra’il stalled. She was busy, what with exams around the corner, she didn’t have time, but she pushed the thought away. “I’ll be there in a bit, by 9:00 if Naira gets ready” she said. “See you then?”
“Jazakillah Khair, I appreciate it. I’ll see you inshaAllah. Assalamualaikum.” Sharifa said, sounding relieved.
“Wa iyaki sis, that’s what I’m here for, Wa’Alaikum Assalam.” Ra’il said and hung up. She wrapped her hijab around her head and pinned it in place. She observed herself in the mirror to make sure everything was covered. Satisfied, she put on her long black jacket and made her way downstairs.
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