Chapter 1: Our Light

An alarm clock hit me with the sound of beeping. It was 8:00 in the morning when

I awoke. "Morning habibti", I sluggishly look up to see my husband already

getting ready to head out. "Morning," I say as he bends down to kiss me. "Get

ready fast or you will be late for school," he says. "Hmm, can I not go today

please," I say, making a cute face that I know he would not resist at all. But to my

surprise, he said "No, you have to go to school, it's the last year, then you will be

finished. "Please husband" I pleaded with him. "Ok fine," he says as he goes

downstairs. "Breakfast is ready, come eat". "Ok" I replied from the washroom.

After brushing my teeth, I make my way downstairs, as I watch my husband frying

some eggs. Hugging him from behind I asked, "Do you mean it, can I stay home

with you today"?

"Yes, and we can go somewhere," said Rahan while frying the second egg. "Ha ha,

thanks habibi, I love you so much". He suddenly turned off the stove turned around

picked me up and headed toward the room. He entered the bedroom closing the

door behind him. "What about breakfast"

"Later"…

A few hours later, we ate breakfast and started our daily routine

First, we recited the Quran and started our day. Our life has been so lovely since

the day we met. Every day I would just recall our memory of the first time we met.

How destiny brought us together, without us making any effort of our own Allah

let destiny find us. Sometimes I just sit and ponder about how amazing it is that it

was written for us to be together 50,000 years before the Earth and the universe

were created. The day we met was the best thing that happened to me, I was just in

the second year of finishing high school at that time.

On this first day of grade 11 life, a sunny day in summer, with no idea what the

future holds for me, it was a sunny day with warmth in the air. Thankfully, Dad

drove me; Maya was here, I reminded myself. The only other person I know who

went to this school is Maya; we attended the same elementary school.

We met in grade 4; since then we have become BFFs. I trust her more than anyone

in the world. As I entered through the first door, it was a red door with a big

number that said 1. "Let's go, you can do it," I told myself, even though I knew I

couldn't. Since it wasn't a semester school, we had days. On Day 1, I have Math

and English, on Day 2 I have Art and Science, on Day 3 I have PIE and French,

and on Day 4 I have family studies and geography. Today is Day 1, so I have math

and English. I dislike math and math itself dislikes me.