Pervert Neighbor Helping the Hijab Teen to The Neighborhood – Hijablust
Title: “Helping the Hijab Teen – A Neighbour’sDirty Secret”
Maya crept up the stairs of her apartment building, her precious parcel of illicit goods clutched tightly to her chest. As a strict Muslim girl of 19, she wasn’t supposed to partake in Westernised fashion or makeup, but sometimes a girl just had to have fun. She’d spent hours browsing the internet, poring over attractive ‘_hijab-chic_’ models in their butterfly-printed headscarves, fashionably ripped jeans, and glitzy lip gloss. Finally, she’d managed to order some secret treats online – and to think how worried she’d been about her parents finding out! But Maya had been far too clever for that – she’d used her friend’s credit card and sent the delivery to a nearby post office, even disguising her features in a big sunglasses and scarf.
Now she was nervously rushing back towards home, clutching a plastic bag crammed full of tantalising treasures – a sparkling red hijab she’d coveted after seeing it on Instagram, some brand-new high-waisted jeans to pair with her crop top, a box of glittery lip dye, and perhaps most nefariously of all, a sensuous bikini in a size too small for her conservative family to imagine she would ever need. Maya shivered with nervous excitement as she imagined slipping into that delicate bikini and prancing out onto the beach – she couldn’t wait.
Deep in her thoughts, Maya didn’t notice the dark-haired man ambling down the hallway towards her, nor did she register his lecherous stare as his eyes roved over her petite frame, still concealing that secret bag of frivolous Western purchases.
‘”Interesting bags you have there lass. Relaxing hobby, hmm?” the man purred, fixing Maya with a predatory glare. With a shock, she realised he was Mr. Stevens, the creepy neighbour with the reputation for ‘helping’ young women with their problems.
Maya quickly looked away, cheeks flushing scarlet. Her heart pounded with fear – what if he mentioned her secret purchases to her father? “It’s nothing, just some… studying books…” she faltered.
“Oh I don’t know, that seems like an awful lot of studying material for a hijabi girl…” He smirked, reaching out to run a finger along her arm.
Maya flinched away. “Leave me alone, you pervert!” She hissed, clutching her bag and scurrying towards the front door. But as she picked up speed, her bag slipped from her grasp and landed with a thud, spilling its contents across the hall.
“Oops! How clumsy of me!” Mr. Stevens gave a mock gasp, lunging to scoop the items into his arms before Maya could gather them up. And then, with a cruel grin, he began lifting out each item, one by one, letting them drop onto the hall carpet for all to see.
“And what do we have here? A pretty hijab from some ecommerce site. A little… revealing, for an Islamic girl like yourself, isn’t it?” He drawled mockingly, holding it aloft with a wicked chuckle.
Stop! Maya’s legs shook as she watched him rummage through her very secret things with smug relish. “Please, that’s private! It’s not what you think…”
“I certainly hope not!” Stevers interrupted. “Just a curious young, innocent girl who hasn’t read any of the quran on modesty? I doubt your father would be so… understanding.”
Maya glared back at him in horror, hands clutched over her mouth. Tears welled up in her eyes – in the high stakes game of Islam and father’s reputation, a scandal like this could destroy her life. “Please…” she whispered brokenly, “I’ll do anything…”
