Getting into routine

As the days turned into weeks, Misty found herself falling into a routine of sorts. After waking up, she would grab her quran and get into her prayer robes and mat. Rolling the latter out, she would do the first prayer of the day.

Once that was finished, it was time to get ready for the day. Which meant making sure that her clothes were in order. If the gym leader was to be the extent of modesty that she wanted, this was absolutely necessary. Especially once she got to wearing far more modest clothes.

Eating a halal breakfast, part of Misty wondered where her sisters were. As she got more into this kind of routine, the less they seemed to show their faces - for better or worse.

Then came the opening of the gym. Regardless of whether or not they actually helped, this was perhaps one of Misty's favorite times. Now, who exactly would show up to take her on?