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For homework, we had to make up a short story and this is mines. Though I fear as though I have read this story before because I don't think I could come up with something so good. I actually think I've read this story from this website. If you have read this story or know about it, tell me right away because I DON'T WANT TO CHEAT!!!!:shymuslima1: Thankx,
“Wake up, Yusra!!” My elder sister, Samira, shrieked from the top of her lungs. I sighed, however, got up since I knew her screaming wouldn’t end if I didn’t. “Okay, okay,” I moaned. “Don’t you care, fajr is nearly over!!” My eyes widened, not because of what she said, but because of the way she said it. “Okay, no need to scream.” I finally managed to get on my feet. She watched me as I disappeared into the washroom. “Now don’t sleep in there,” She called. I tried to ignore this. When I came out to pray, I saw her sitting down, sobbing like she never did before. I didn’t care much because she was often crying but this time it seemed like she wouldn’t stop. Trying to ignore this, I went to my room and performed my prayer in almost a minute, leaving out my Sunnah. After I was done, I sat there, thinking back to what we had done yesterday at school. Samira then came into my room and sat beside me, her eyes still red from crying. “You always cry,” I mumbled. She stared at me for a minute and then took a deep breath. “Don’t you ever wonder why? I mean, don’t you think there’s a reason behind this?” She finally asked. I looked at her; my eyes welled up with tears. She saw me and her mood suddenly changed. “Haha, just joking!!” I teased. “Stop that!!!” She screamed again and motioned to slap me on my back. I had a very bad habit. Usually when someone would tell me something that’s supposed to be sad, I would make fake tears and pretend I was actually crying. “Out of all those times you did this, I thought this time you were serious,” She said in a sad tone of voice. “And why is that? Is it really that serious?” I questioned. “Yes,” She replied flatly. “Okay, okay, what is it?” “Uhh…when are you going to get serious? This is not a joke anymore. You need to get serious in religion. You are old enough to know this, Yusra.” She said, sounding like a mother. I rolled my eyes, despite the bad feeling inside me. “You know there is a reason why I am like this. Do you ever look at that? Why are some people so pious? There obviously has to be a reason. Why do you think I would pray and cry all night? What’s the reason for all these tears?” She asked sadly. I suddenly glanced at my clock and saw that it was getting late for school, but I didn’t move. “Yusra, you know that everyone has an end to this life. We are all strangers in this world for a limited time and we will return to where we really belong; now you are the one to decide where you want to belong, Heaven or Hell? Decide now, don’t delay. ” “It’s late,” I reminded with a nod. She glanced at the clock and looked back at me. “Go.” I got up with a sigh, dragging my bag behind me. “Bye,” I waved sarcastically. “Salam,” She told. “Salam,” I repeated. I pretended to stay calm because I didn’t want her to feel glad and know that her talk had an impact on me, when it did. This was actually the first time. She would always lecture me and none of them would really work. I was surprised by how these small words really had me thinking.
On my way to school, I remembered Samira’s words and thought about them for a second. “We are all strangers in this world for a limited time and we will return to where we really belong; now you are the one to decide where you want to belong” was racing through my mind as I walked into class. “Assalamu Alaikom,” my English teacher greeted. “Walaikomu salam,” I replied. I was still thinking about what Samira had told me, it seemed to be trapped inside my head. I even informed my friends about this but they all looked at me in a strange way, even though they are all Muslims.
The school day went by very quickly. I was back on the road, walking home. I reached my house and stepped inside with my mom greeting me. I replied back and ran upstairs. On my way to my room, I saw Samira, as usual, praying. She finished as soon as I saw her. “How many times a day do we have to pray a day?” I asked. She looked up at me in shock. “Five,” She replied in a surprised way. “Oh, I thought it was like ten times or something,” I said sarcastically. She just stared at me for a moment, as an anxious expression came across her face. “You pray like a million times a day,” I revealed. Her worried look then disappeared and she continued her prayer. I went into my room and somehow, without giving any thought, went straight to the open window in my dark room and took a peak and saw the sky as it soon began to darken. Samira had then walked in as I tried to close the window. As soon as I saw her, she smiled. “Uhhm…” I cleared my throat. “How was school?” She asked with a smile. Her smile made me nervous. “Umm….okay I guess,” I replied, trying not to sound so nervous. She came closer to me. I felt my heart hammering inside my chest. I knew something was wrong. She sat down on the bed beside me. I could tell her smile was just hiding the way she felt inside. “What’s wrong?” I questioned. Her smile suddenly disappeared. “What’s wrong?” I asked again in a voice that held panic. “Nothing really,” She replied. I glared at her for a moment. I guess she was a bit uneasy with me staring at her. “Well…” She began. “I went to the doctor’s today and…” She stopped. I knew what she was talking about. I could feel tears rushing to my eyes. “See, I told you anything can happen to us so suddenly and we won’t even know about it,” She said sadly. “What do you mean?” I asked. “This was going…” She paused and took a deep breath. “This was going on for such a long time. I didn’t even know,” She explained. “So now what’s going to happen?” I asked. Samira shook her head sadly. “We have such short lives. Our life can end anytime. But we are so involved in these worldly pleasures that we do not realize that we are going to leave these so called pleasures. We aren’t going to take them with us when we die. They will all end as we all will end,” She explained. I looked at her, my eyes welled up with tears that were going to come bursting out. Samira opened her mouth to say something but her emotions suddenly changed when she saw me. Rather than being sad and worried, an angry look came across her face. “I’m not saying this because I might die because of my problem!” She said in an angry tone of voice. “I mean, I might but that’s up to ALLAH, right?” I couldn’t keep these tears in anymore. I was very scared for her. “You know, there better be a good reason for you to be crying like this,” She said as I began sobbing aloud. I didn’t know what to say. I mean, I did know that if ALLAH doesn’t want, nothing can happen to her but something in my mind told me that something dreadful will happen. There was something in my heart that made me lose hope.
The next day came by so quickly, and before I even knew it, it was time for school. In school, I was asked to stand outside my class because I wasn’t paying good attention in class. Plus, we had this mean, old teacher, and so she was very strict in teaching. I didn’t mind though because I wasn’t going to pay attention anytime soon. I was just wondering what will happen to my sister next. Though I am glad that she is pious. I never really appreciated that but now it’s like a gift for me for someone to be pious. If only I were like this. I was called back at the end of class to finish up writing the notes that were on the board. Just then, another teacher came and told me to step out of class for something. Great, I thought. I stepped out and he told me there was a call for me. I felt my heart beat slowly begin to pace. I knew what this call was for. I picked up the phone and it was my mom. I sighed, a sigh of relief. “Yusra, is that you?” My mom asked tearfully. “Yes,” I replied in shock. “What’s wrong?” “Umm…well dear, Samira…” My mom stopped. She couldn’t continue. Tears were raining down my cheeks as I heard my mom crying aloud. “Your father will come and pick you up,” She finally said.
It wasn’t long before my dad came. As soon as he came, we went straight to the hospital. There I saw my sister, lying there, helplessly. I burst into tears when I saw her like this. She looked at me with tired eyes and smiled. “How are you?” I asked, as tears were pouring down my cheeks. “Alhamdulillah,” She replied. “Don’t worry, Yusra, if ALLAH doesn’t want me to, I will not, even if the doctors say so,” She said kindly. I was sobbing real hard now. She was still smiling, despite what she was going through. “What happened?” I asked tearfully. “What happened?” I repeated. “Maybe my time’s almost up. Remember what I said, we are strangers for a limited time in this world. ALLAH has given us a limited time and it’s all HIS choice when to take it away,” She explained. Later, the doctors had come in and my dad told me it was time to leave. I didn’t want to leave. I held on to Samira, though I didn’t want the doctors to start separating me so I thought about it for a moment and finally let my hands go. I waved goodbye and left. The next day, she had passed away.
For homework, we had to make up a short story and this is mines. Though I fear as though I have read this story before because I don't think I could come up with something so good. I actually think I've read this story from this website. If you have read this story or know about it, tell me right away because I DON'T WANT TO CHEAT!!!!:shymuslima1: Thankx,
My Sister
“Wake up, Yusra!!” My elder sister, Samira, shrieked from the top of her lungs. I sighed, however, got up since I knew her screaming wouldn’t end if I didn’t. “Okay, okay,” I moaned. “Don’t you care, fajr is nearly over!!” My eyes widened, not because of what she said, but because of the way she said it. “Okay, no need to scream.” I finally managed to get on my feet. She watched me as I disappeared into the washroom. “Now don’t sleep in there,” She called. I tried to ignore this. When I came out to pray, I saw her sitting down, sobbing like she never did before. I didn’t care much because she was often crying but this time it seemed like she wouldn’t stop. Trying to ignore this, I went to my room and performed my prayer in almost a minute, leaving out my Sunnah. After I was done, I sat there, thinking back to what we had done yesterday at school. Samira then came into my room and sat beside me, her eyes still red from crying. “You always cry,” I mumbled. She stared at me for a minute and then took a deep breath. “Don’t you ever wonder why? I mean, don’t you think there’s a reason behind this?” She finally asked. I looked at her; my eyes welled up with tears. She saw me and her mood suddenly changed. “Haha, just joking!!” I teased. “Stop that!!!” She screamed again and motioned to slap me on my back. I had a very bad habit. Usually when someone would tell me something that’s supposed to be sad, I would make fake tears and pretend I was actually crying. “Out of all those times you did this, I thought this time you were serious,” She said in a sad tone of voice. “And why is that? Is it really that serious?” I questioned. “Yes,” She replied flatly. “Okay, okay, what is it?” “Uhh…when are you going to get serious? This is not a joke anymore. You need to get serious in religion. You are old enough to know this, Yusra.” She said, sounding like a mother. I rolled my eyes, despite the bad feeling inside me. “You know there is a reason why I am like this. Do you ever look at that? Why are some people so pious? There obviously has to be a reason. Why do you think I would pray and cry all night? What’s the reason for all these tears?” She asked sadly. I suddenly glanced at my clock and saw that it was getting late for school, but I didn’t move. “Yusra, you know that everyone has an end to this life. We are all strangers in this world for a limited time and we will return to where we really belong; now you are the one to decide where you want to belong, Heaven or Hell? Decide now, don’t delay. ” “It’s late,” I reminded with a nod. She glanced at the clock and looked back at me. “Go.” I got up with a sigh, dragging my bag behind me. “Bye,” I waved sarcastically. “Salam,” She told. “Salam,” I repeated. I pretended to stay calm because I didn’t want her to feel glad and know that her talk had an impact on me, when it did. This was actually the first time. She would always lecture me and none of them would really work. I was surprised by how these small words really had me thinking.
On my way to school, I remembered Samira’s words and thought about them for a second. “We are all strangers in this world for a limited time and we will return to where we really belong; now you are the one to decide where you want to belong” was racing through my mind as I walked into class. “Assalamu Alaikom,” my English teacher greeted. “Walaikomu salam,” I replied. I was still thinking about what Samira had told me, it seemed to be trapped inside my head. I even informed my friends about this but they all looked at me in a strange way, even though they are all Muslims.
The school day went by very quickly. I was back on the road, walking home. I reached my house and stepped inside with my mom greeting me. I replied back and ran upstairs. On my way to my room, I saw Samira, as usual, praying. She finished as soon as I saw her. “How many times a day do we have to pray a day?” I asked. She looked up at me in shock. “Five,” She replied in a surprised way. “Oh, I thought it was like ten times or something,” I said sarcastically. She just stared at me for a moment, as an anxious expression came across her face. “You pray like a million times a day,” I revealed. Her worried look then disappeared and she continued her prayer. I went into my room and somehow, without giving any thought, went straight to the open window in my dark room and took a peak and saw the sky as it soon began to darken. Samira had then walked in as I tried to close the window. As soon as I saw her, she smiled. “Uhhm…” I cleared my throat. “How was school?” She asked with a smile. Her smile made me nervous. “Umm….okay I guess,” I replied, trying not to sound so nervous. She came closer to me. I felt my heart hammering inside my chest. I knew something was wrong. She sat down on the bed beside me. I could tell her smile was just hiding the way she felt inside. “What’s wrong?” I questioned. Her smile suddenly disappeared. “What’s wrong?” I asked again in a voice that held panic. “Nothing really,” She replied. I glared at her for a moment. I guess she was a bit uneasy with me staring at her. “Well…” She began. “I went to the doctor’s today and…” She stopped. I knew what she was talking about. I could feel tears rushing to my eyes. “See, I told you anything can happen to us so suddenly and we won’t even know about it,” She said sadly. “What do you mean?” I asked. “This was going…” She paused and took a deep breath. “This was going on for such a long time. I didn’t even know,” She explained. “So now what’s going to happen?” I asked. Samira shook her head sadly. “We have such short lives. Our life can end anytime. But we are so involved in these worldly pleasures that we do not realize that we are going to leave these so called pleasures. We aren’t going to take them with us when we die. They will all end as we all will end,” She explained. I looked at her, my eyes welled up with tears that were going to come bursting out. Samira opened her mouth to say something but her emotions suddenly changed when she saw me. Rather than being sad and worried, an angry look came across her face. “I’m not saying this because I might die because of my problem!” She said in an angry tone of voice. “I mean, I might but that’s up to ALLAH, right?” I couldn’t keep these tears in anymore. I was very scared for her. “You know, there better be a good reason for you to be crying like this,” She said as I began sobbing aloud. I didn’t know what to say. I mean, I did know that if ALLAH doesn’t want, nothing can happen to her but something in my mind told me that something dreadful will happen. There was something in my heart that made me lose hope.
The next day came by so quickly, and before I even knew it, it was time for school. In school, I was asked to stand outside my class because I wasn’t paying good attention in class. Plus, we had this mean, old teacher, and so she was very strict in teaching. I didn’t mind though because I wasn’t going to pay attention anytime soon. I was just wondering what will happen to my sister next. Though I am glad that she is pious. I never really appreciated that but now it’s like a gift for me for someone to be pious. If only I were like this. I was called back at the end of class to finish up writing the notes that were on the board. Just then, another teacher came and told me to step out of class for something. Great, I thought. I stepped out and he told me there was a call for me. I felt my heart beat slowly begin to pace. I knew what this call was for. I picked up the phone and it was my mom. I sighed, a sigh of relief. “Yusra, is that you?” My mom asked tearfully. “Yes,” I replied in shock. “What’s wrong?” “Umm…well dear, Samira…” My mom stopped. She couldn’t continue. Tears were raining down my cheeks as I heard my mom crying aloud. “Your father will come and pick you up,” She finally said.
It wasn’t long before my dad came. As soon as he came, we went straight to the hospital. There I saw my sister, lying there, helplessly. I burst into tears when I saw her like this. She looked at me with tired eyes and smiled. “How are you?” I asked, as tears were pouring down my cheeks. “Alhamdulillah,” She replied. “Don’t worry, Yusra, if ALLAH doesn’t want me to, I will not, even if the doctors say so,” She said kindly. I was sobbing real hard now. She was still smiling, despite what she was going through. “What happened?” I asked tearfully. “What happened?” I repeated. “Maybe my time’s almost up. Remember what I said, we are strangers for a limited time in this world. ALLAH has given us a limited time and it’s all HIS choice when to take it away,” She explained. Later, the doctors had come in and my dad told me it was time to leave. I didn’t want to leave. I held on to Samira, though I didn’t want the doctors to start separating me so I thought about it for a moment and finally let my hands go. I waved goodbye and left. The next day, she had passed away.
