Author's Note: I really have only researched the Muslim/Islam religion a little bit so please correct me if I'm wrong on anything. Anyway, this is kind of different for me. If you didn't know, I am a Christian so I guess it would seem weird to write about something like this but I was re-watching an episode from Degrassi and it just kind of sparked me with an idea. I really hope you enjoy.



I'm waiting for the results of the pregnancy test from the clinic and I can feel my hands shaking. I'm so scared right now, and the worst part is that I did it to myself. Dave and I should have just waited...I mean, I love him but, I have my own life. I have M.I.T to look forward to, I have family that I just can't dissapoint again. So what do I do?

Well you'd think I would just wait there. I mean, that's all one can do right? But I didn't. Shockingly, I got down on my knees and I decided to pray to Allah. I know, I know, I don't really believe in Allah or anything. At least, I don't think I do. I've always told myself that no God can make something happen for me, I have to make things happen myself. I believe in science, that's my thing. I mean, science proves things with evidence and religion doesn't. But in a case this serious, I felt like I might as well take all the help that I can get. I guess I was desperate.

Um, hi Allah? Look, I know that I don't pray to you very often...ok I don't pray to you at all. I know that I may not be a good Muslim but it's just hard to believe in you. I can't see you...I can't hear you...but whatever, despite all of this I'm praying to you now and I hope that you'll be forgiving enough to at least listen.

I did something with my boyfriend...and- well long story short. I could be pregnant. I don't know what to do at all. I'm terrified out of my mind. And I'm just praying that you will make sure I'm not pregnant. I swear that if you perform this miracle for me, I'll go to Masjid and I'll try to be a better Muslim. Just please, don't let me down.

I heard the door creak open and I immediately popped up, tears were streaming down my eyes and I rubbed them off quickly as I saw a sad smile on Clare's face.

"Were you just praying?" Clare asked me, tiliting her head to the side.

I shook my head quickly, "N-No."

"You're lying. Alli, I think it's great that you're praying, depending on the reasons that is." Clare said to me, and before she could get all preachy on me I began to speak, "What did you come in her for?"

"Oh right, the clinic called. Here." She said, taking a deep breath and handing me the phone. She patted my back for support and I grabbed the phone with shaky hands.

"H-Hello." I said, trying to calm my nerves.

"Hello is this Alli Bhndari?" The lady said in a high-pitched tone.

"Y-yes." Was all I could get out.

"We have the results. Alli Bhndari you are not pregnant." She said, and I felt relief sweep over me.

"Thank you." I said, hanging up.

"What did she say?" Clare asked.

"I'm not prengant." I told her, and Clare smiled and hugged me tightly. I was happy, honestly I was but it was the biggest scare of my life and I was so close to ruining my chances of university that I couldn't jump for joy over this.

"Thank you Allah." I sighed, remembering my prayer to him.

"What was that?" Clare said, heading for the door.

I shook my head, "Nothing. Um, can you tell my mom that I have somewhere to be right now."

"Where are you going?" Clare asked, her eyes filled with concern.

"I have someone I need to thank." I told her. She gave me a confused tone but she walked out the bedroom door anyway.

So...what did you think? This is going to be a two-shot. The last chapter will be up today.