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for sana’s season, here’s a concept:

a new muslim girl joins the school and is a student in sana’s year. let’s say she’s called sakeena. they both don’t really talk all that much, they smile at each other, yeah, but nothing more than that.

but they both always find each other looking at one another. sana sees sakeena at lunch, and she’s always sat by herself, occupied in either school/home work, or reading a book, or praying. and sana wants to talk to sakeena, but … she doesn’t wanna seem intrusive or “being friendly bc she has to bc she’s a fellow muslimah too”, even though that isn’t the case.

and sakeena’s always watching sana from a far distance. and she sees how sana’s friends with so many people, both boys and girls, and how she’s just so … comfortable in her skin around them. sakeena sort of wishes she had that kind of liquid courage.

but sakeena and sana are so different. where sana’s loud and confident and can speak up and modern in blending her western fashion taste and stunning make up looks with her roots of who she is in her hijaab, sakeena’s quiet and shy and prefers to be under the radar and traditional in adorning an abayah with her hijaab, with no make up and dressing simply in neautrals.

they’re both so … polar opposites, how on earth would they strike up a conversation? what would they even talk about ~other than islam~? nevermind becoming friends.

one time a guy pushes past sakeena, clearly troubling her because she’s the new girl, and sana watches from afar, to see how sakeena reacts. she doesn’t.

it happens again. and again. and again. the same guy, everyday for the past 4 days has been harrassing sakeena, pushing or shoving her and then sniggering past her, as he makes his ways to “his boys”, and sakeena says nothing in her defence. just lets it pass by because “he’ll get tired of it eventually.”

the 5th day, sana can’t take it anymore. she sees the guy approaching, and immediately goes to stand next to sakeena.

“hi.”

sakeena turns around gradually, and she’s sort of … stunned because … it’s s a n a. why’s sana … talking to her? all of a sudden?

and then sakeena sees the guy from her peripheral vision … and today … the guy simply … walks past them. no push or shove. no snigger. just … walks past, head hung down slightly.

and sakeena lets out a deep long breath she didn’t know she was holding in and looks at sana.

“jaza'kallah khair (thank you - more literally “may allah reward you a good reward”)

and sana smiles, a warm, genuine smile.

“ameen.” (your welcome - more literally, “amen.”)

and sakeena sort of … blushes, a little bit and has to look away from sana’s gaze, because she’s so overwhelmed from just this one simple interaction. and she hears sana let out a small, fond laugh, and she lifts her eyes again, and sana looks so radiant and beautiful, and soft? she’s glowing.

and sana can tell sakeena’s feeling overwhelmed and overcome. and sakeena’s got these really beautiful light brown, hazel eyes that are so wide and bambi like, and sana /wants/ to /know/ sakeena. she doesn’t feel inadequate in her faith by her, just because they dress different. she wants to stand by her, just like they are now. maybe even tell her one day that she’d been watching her this whole week.

“wanna go to class together?” sana takes a chance. if not now, then when?

“ …. yeah.” and sakeena smiles. and its one that conveys how safe and secure she feels right now with sana. that she’d like it to stay that way, as they walk to class together.

and in the weeks that go by, sana and sakeena become so close, get to know each other better. sana invites her to places where sakeena will feel comfortable, and sakeena eases into conversation so much more easier now.

of course sometimes, they’re still overwhelmed with each other a little bit, sana grins at the one time when sakeena did decide to wear make up to school and told her how beautiful she looked, and sakeena couldn’t blush any harder than she thought she could, but smiles at the compliment nonetheless. and sana sees how sakeena’s now gelling into the girl squad, how she sides with sana and they both complement each other, as equals, if and when isak or even or mahdi or jonas or magnus ask about islam.

and sana’s so grateful to have a muslim friend in sakeena. its not that she wasn’t grateful with the friends she did have. but having sakeena feels like having someone who understands her silences and unspoken words. she’s learnt so much, spiritually, from sakeena, and she can see how much sakeena’s grown since the first time they met. and as sana watches sakeena laugh, sana feels like she’s found that one final component that’s needed to complete something and make it whole.

if sana’s the bricks, sakeena’s the mortar.

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