Dear Ara

Allah will no be merciful to those who aren't merciful to man kind..

 "Dear sir, I am the girl that waved at you during..." I couldn't finish what I was writing when I squeezed the paper with a "ahhh!" and threw it away.

 I couldn't believe I had been messing up since, reason because I didn't even know what to write to him.

Him? Yes him! His name was Hammad and I just met him yesterday in geography class, he was our new geography teacher. Gosh, I wish I could open my mind so you could see him too. He was tall, very handsome and... I was thinking when someone pulled me out of my trance by knocking my door, it was my twin sister.

 "Subhanallah!" She lamented the moment she walked into my room.

"Yusrah,is this how you turned your room into? A dustbin?" Actually, she was referring to the papers I threw around. Or should I just say, the letters I discarded around.

 "Sis, I will sweep when I am done" I muttered about writing another letter to Uncle Hammad when she seized the book.

 "Yusrah, enough!" She said glaring at me.

 "Hell no, Yasmin!" I snatched back the book from her.

"This is my room, and I get to do what I want!"

 "Fine then" She said in a defeating tone.

 "By the way, dinner is ready"

"For all I care!" I said to her and continued with my business.

 "Huh? I will tell mum and dad you've gone insane" She said.

 "What?" I glared at her.

 "Don't you dare!"

 "Hmm, wait and see" She said walking to the door about leaving.

 "No Yasmin," I tried to stop her but she pretended deaf ears.

  "Please now!" I plead 

 "Bye!" She said leaving the room. Well I ran after her to dining room and hopefully, she didn't tell our parents about anything.

 "Why the race?" Our mother asked.