Chapter 1
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It all started when a ten year old girl moved from Hartford,Alabama to Tampa,Florida.Her name was Fatima Y She was a Muslim and so was her family. She was a lovely little girl anyone would be blessed to have her.She followed directions all the time and payed closed attention to every word you said.She was almost perfect.The sweetest child ever. Her hair was straiter than the lines on a sheet of paper and it was browner than brownies fresh out of the oven.Her eyes were dark brown and had a special shine in it. She was taller than her mother. She was not only nice she was beautiful. Every day when looked out the window her hair shined in a special way. Her hair was so long that it touched her hips. After ten years she got bored of doing the same thing over and over. To her it felt like it was a schedule. Like everything was already planed out for her life. The only thing she ever heard her parents say was do this, do that blah blah blah blah blah etc. So one day she decided to go outside. She never really been This is outside only from tiny trips from the house to the car to mosque.She had a Laura big backyard and her yard had a great big tree on it. She sat down under the big tree. She heard footsteps. At first she thought it was her mom telling her to pick up her lazy self and do the dishes. They got louder. She heard a crunching sound. Then she looked to her right and then, walking straight towards her was a girl. She looked the same age as Fatima. Fatima saw her eating a green oval shaped fruit that she never heard of. It smelled so sweet that she couldn't help but ask, "Where did you get that?". "Huh?""Oh,never mind" "Um, what is that book in your hand?" she said. "Oh this? Its my Bible." "Bible?" "yeah, you never heard of it?." "Nope." "WOW, I've got to tell Katie. And by the way you can have my Bible. Whats your name?" "Fatima." "Oh, my name is Laura. I have to go to help my mom bake a cake. And you might want to go in your house to, i think it might rain." So Laura rushed inside her house and closed the door. Fatima decided to go in too. She walked. But she felt her hair get wet. Water came down from the sky and tickled her neck. Soon it was raining she hurried to her house and tried not to get her new book wet. She opened the door and slammed it shut. She quickly went into her room and hid her book in her clothes drawer. "Where were you?",said her mom. "I was outside." "Were you?" "Yes mam. I made a friend." "Oh,well then you can invite your friend over, and ask her to help you wash the dishes! Now get on over and wash the dishes!",she yelled. "Yes mam." So Fatima washed the dishes, then made some mashed potato for her family's dinner. And then she went in her room grabbed her photo album and sat on her bed. Ever since she moved to Tampa she was thinking extra hard about her best friend Sophia Jackson. She looked through all the pictures of her and Sophia. She wondered if Sophia already had a new best friend. The next day she would find out. She invited Sophia over. "If she found a new friend then im gonna find a new friend too!", she thought. She slammed the book closed and put it back in her shelf. She grabbed her Bible out of her drawer and opened it to a random page. "Luke 6:31 Do to others as you would have others do to you.", she repeated in her head over and over. "I would not want her to have another best friend besides me. But I dont want to be mad at her even when she did not do any thing." She flipped a couple more pages hoping she would learn something else. she did. Luke 10:27 Love the Lord your God will all your heart and with all you soul and with all your strength and will all your mind and love your neighbor as yourself. "Dinner time!",her mom said. "Coming!" She quickly closed the book and put it in her drawer. Then hurried to the table. She went to the table grabbed her mashed potato and walked back to her room. She sat in her desk and put the potato on top. She wasn't really hungry. She thought about her friend. She was glad Sophia was coming tomorrow. Her mom liked Sophia. Well, thats how it seemed. When ever Sophia was over her mom made lunch. And let me tell you she made fabulous pizza. But when Sophia was not there her mom made Fatima make the pizza. Sometimes when she was in Alabama she would invite Sophia over just so her mom would not be mad a her. She even wrote a little song about her mom:I'm the biggest person you know theres no doubt I'm so very mad and very very loud when I get all steamed up hear me shout I'll hit you over and knock you out! She thought it was funny but she threw it away anyway. She ate a little bit. Then she threw her food away. She brushed her teeth then went to sleep. The next morning she was very exited. She did everything so quickly that her mom was dizzy. Finally the door bell rung and it was Sofia. Fatima rushed to the door and opened it. She hugged her friend tight and took her into her room. She told her all about the Bible and her new friend and how she might get to meet a girl named Katie. So then the went in the back yard and sat down under the tree. She showed Sofia her book and they took turns reading it.Until Laura arrived with all her friends beside her. "Hi Fatima." Laura said. "Oh, this is Sofia.""Nice to meet you Sofia. This is Katie, Jamie, and Sally and thats Katie's little sister, Mary." "Bible! Bible! Read it! Read it!", said Mary. Sofia giggled. "Sally is paralyzed from hips, and down. She is blind too. so that is why she uses her other senses very well. For instance she is a very good she is good at basket ball because she knows that the basket is in the middle on the other teams side. And so she knows where her teammates are because she can hear very well other kids' voices.She also knows which side is which because others can guide her where to go. She does not talk that much but she knows almost every single word in the whole universe! Right Sally?" said Laura You could see Sally smiling and giggling too. She was almost laughing. "So what are you guys doing?"Jamie said. "Reading."said Fatima. "What do you want to do?" said Katie. "Eat!"laura said. "seriously. Your always hungry!" "Dont tease my stomach!" Laura said with a grin. "How about we all ask our mothers to go shopping!" "Jamie!"said laura and Katie. "How about we can play ball?" Katie said. Everyone was silent. I think we should make a club!",sofia said. "I heard some kids talking about a club when I was on the plane. What ever it is it sure sounds fun." "Yeah, we could make a club!",said Laura. "Um, but first can you tell me what it is?"said Fatima. "Oh, yeah its a group of friends that do fun stuff, i think." "So lets play ball!"said Jamie. "Lets play Basket ball! I will put my basket in the tree and we will try to throw it in okay?"said laura. "The way that you do it is that you have to dribble the ball like this ,and pass it to each other.If you dont have the ball then you are going to try and steal it from the other team if you get it in then your team scores a point if not keep trying."said Jamie.So they played until Fatima's mother called sofia and Fatima inside to eat pizza. "Thank you for making your delicious pizza again."said sofia. "My pleasure."answered Mrs.Yousef. Just then Mr.Yousef walked in. He tossed 2 pieces of smarty candy on Fatima's lap.He smiled and walked away. Sofia giggled but Fatima did not. Fatima gave Sofia one of the candies. They finished their lunch, and Fatima dragged her to her room. They sat down on the rug. "You do not know even half of my family."Fatima said. "Of course I do I've known you ever since preschool!"sofia teased."Your mom is the head of the house with your dad standing right beside her. And they both happily raised you, in care and joy. So you could become the most careful and most joyful person that I call my best friend!"answered sofia. "Wrong. I know my mom as well as I know Allah! I dont know my dad much though. He is so nice but he always wants to please others what ever my mom say he will do it even if it costs us every thing we have. I guess im not that different though because i always do everything that my parents tell me to do.
