3#[THE DIARY OF A SINNER- Season 5]

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Habibi Sadeekun… (Beloved Friend)

I woke up to the sound of Mrs. Vermaak banging down my door. “Hold on… Hold on.”, I yelled, trying to make my way to the door through the obstacle course that had been created in my flat by the sleeping guys last night.

I felt like a bat when I opened the door and the light shed directly inside. We had been indoors all weekend, so you can imagine how my eyes rolled back into my head when I opened the door. Trying to peel my eyes open and look at the body corp lady, I listened as she went on ranting about the noise we made this weekend. “Do you know how many complaints I’ve gotten because of the racket you had made in these past 3 days? This is unacceptable!”, she scolded.

I stepped outside and pulled the door behind me so that the guys inside wouldn’t get disturbed by the noise this granny was making. “I understand. I’m so sorry. I truly am… My friends just came to say goodbye since I’m leaving work. And you know how hard it is to control a pack of wild guys.”, I told her. Her eyebrows raised right up in horror before she cleared her throat and said, “I wouldn’t know about that. Just please… Don’t let it happen again.”
“I won’t Mrs. Vermaak, thank you!”, I told her, throwing a million dollar morning smirk at the old lady. She sped away quickly, probably feeling uncomfortable at this point.

I turned around to go back inside and realised that the idiots inside had locked me out. “Damn! I should’ve known…”, I mumbled to myself. “Cumon bra! Open the door.”, I tried whispering through the key hole. I had just received a verbal warning from body corp, I wasn’t going to chance getting a written one. “Guys… Please man.” I pleaded, with my ear against the door, trying to figure out who was behind this stunt.

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11#[THE DIARY OF A SINNER – Season 4]

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Habibi Sadeekun… (Beloved Friend)

I hadn’t heard from Nusaybah in days! The only conclusion I could come to is that maybe Nusaybah didn’t want to tell her parents about me because her father is the violent type. When Nusaybah said her father was a tough nut to crack, I didn’t think he would hit her. I don’t know if he has hit her or not, but that’s the only reason I can think off that she isn’t taking my calls or replying  to my messages.

In these few days I feel like my world has come crashing down. I don’t feel like eating. I don’t feel like sleeping and when it’s time for Salaah, I don’t even feel like getting up. I didn’t even care to see Apa off when they left to go home. I feel so depressed and lost. There was only one way I could find out what was going on… RAEESA!

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11#[THE DIARY OF A SINNER – Season 4]

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Habibati Sadeekun… (Beloved Friend)

The next morning, I woke up bright and early and made breakfast for everyone. Mainly because I was trying to butter daddy up, I had a sick feeling in my stomach about this, even though part of me was excited.
“What’s all this Nusaybah?”, daddy asked as he pulled up his chair, instantly suspicious. I winced, this was gonna be even harder than I thought. “Breakfast daddy”, I explained, dishing out scrambled eggs on his plate with 2 sausages on the side, his favourite, “Most important meal of the day, as they say.”

He sat, still giving me an i-know-this-has-strings-attached look.
I sighed dramatically, “Can’t I just make breakfast for my dad when I feel like?”, I asked,waving the spoon in the air.
Dad laughed, “Well this NEVER happens unless you want something”, he pointed out. “So… what do you want?”, he asked, still suspicious. “A car? You wanna move out?” “Well daddy,” I smiled a white smile. “I knew it!”, dad smiled a side smile. “I told you I didn’t want anything… But since you’re insisting… Maybe you could take me to work today?”, I said, Hoping it would be easier to say it in the car coz I wouldn’t have to look him in the eyes.

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4#[THE DIARY OF A SINNER- Season 1]

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Habibati Sadeekun… (Beloved Friend)

Moving schools in the middle of the school year is not exactly ideal. Not for me, not for the teachers and especially not for Mum. She had to get my old school to fax through my papers to my new school before 1pm, which was the most hardest job ever since the secretary in the old school really doesn’t take her job seriously.

After many complaints, pleading and money wasting phone calls, Mum gave me the news that I was officially enrolled into Hogwarts. All I needed now was to get my uniform, cape, my broom and my wand.

Na I’m kidding, I know magic is Haraam in Islam… I checked it out.

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3#[THE DIARY OF A SINNER- Season 1]

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Habibati Sadeekun… (Beloved Friend)

I’d say we’re 70% done with setting up the house now. It’s amazing how fast you work when you’re in a good mood. Things were finally looking up for us Alhumdulilah.

I had made new friends, Mum was looking forward to being a Mother and housewife again, Aunty Jane was happy to be staying in our house -rent free and Dad officially started his first day on the job today. Although I’m still a little on edge about no official papers being signed as yet, I’m comforted knowing that the job was in fact real.

It was almost noon and I began feeling nervous. I knew the girls said they’d stop by today but I was afraid they had backed out after meeting me. However, I was prepared for their arrival, making sure there were washed cups available for use, as well as snacks and a few topics off the tip of my head to keep the conversation going at all times.

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