As she stepped into the class she caught sight of something that made her stop for a while. Then she moved forward to grab a seat. Her friend Nazia had already reserved one for her.
“Hello Nazia! Do you know what?” she said, while guiding her way to the empty seat with a little difficulty though due to her flowing abaya.
“Hey Saima! Tell.” Nazia replied in haste.
“You know that girl Amna in our class sitting in the back row. Wait! Don’t turn around to see her. She ain’t even wearing a dupatta today. I wonder what these people are up to.” Saima said scornfully.
“Shameless” Nazia replied.
The SPICE TALK had started right after their entrance into the class.
“Yesterday I saw Raiha, she was wearing sleeveless clothes. As if she had been born to an English family. I guess she doesn’t even offer prayer,” Nazia added
Saima shook her head in disgrace ” These are the girls who’ll take their brothers and fathers to hell.”
“Thank God our parents didn’t allow us to go out without abaya. We’ve secured jannah” There were clear signs of pride on Nazia’s face.
“Oh I forgot to tell you something important amid this talk,” said Saima
“What? What? “Nazia asked impatiently.
“I have a date tomorrow,” Saima whispered.
“So he couldn’t resist you? Why would he? You’re beautiful, you come off a noble family, you’re pious. I wish you both goodluck”
Saima blushed.
Meanwhile this was happening the girl Amna in the last row could be overheard saying, “Saima is such a nice girl. I wish I could be like her. She wears abaya in such scorching heat just to please ALLAH. Oh ALLAH! Show mercy towards me. Accept me as your servant. I’m weak , I’m easily trapped by Satan but I love you. Call me towards your path. Please ALLAH TA’ALA accept my prayers. I beg your forgiveness.”
Maria Arshad
3rd Year (Q-45)
