Malik Idris
"Sajdaa, lower your gun more."
She groaned in frustration throwing the weapon on the table beside her. Her arms crossed over each other as she blew an exhaled breath of air in an effort to calm herself. On the other side of the protective screen, Hamza smirked at his sister, before he noticed her cold glare in his direction. Gulping, he put his head back to his book.
"Sajdaa," I sighed, leaning against the wall. "You can't just give up."
"This is hopeless. I can't even aim right, how the hell am I going to use a gun?"
"By actually practicing and trying," I emphasized.
She narrowed her big brown eyes at me. "That's just rude," she huffed.
I walked over to the table, picking up the cold metal weapon and examining it. The gun was loaded, one bullet was enough to take a l
