ABDALLAH
I cautiously approach the door to my room, feeling like a thief. Aahil had called me today to inform me of what might await me. As relieved as I was, I was dreading how Sophia would be with me from now on. Still am.
What if she’s back to being a . . . not-nice person? What if her walls are back up and she refuses to even look at me?
With these gloomy thoughts looming in my head, I turn down the door handle and step inside. Sophia looks up from where she’s sitting on the bed, leaning against the bed post, watching something.
“Assalamualaikum.” I say, closing the door.
Her ‘Waalaikumasalaam’ is barely a whisper. At least she replied. That means she’s not too pissed off, right?
“How was your day?” I ask, walking towards the bed. I plop myself onto it and throw my back on the
