LOVE YOU
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A life in Dubai. What a tragic place to grow up as a woman. She didn’t mind, she had never tried otherwise.
Destined to become a certain woman ever since she was born. Born as a muslim, destined to grow up like that as well. Believing in what her parents did. It was a part of the culture, a part of the people; a part of her. Wearing hijabs, hiding her body away, she didn’t even understand why.
Said. Her older brother. Her close friend. Though, he had more rights than she ever would have. Tragically passed away at the age of 16. A murderer, a bullet right in his heart. Even though it was quickly solved and the prepreator ended up in jail, her family needed a new start. Saudi-Arabia would be the most obvious choice. But no. Her father getting a new job in Brooklyn, New York around the same time. What a change.
Moving to a new city, a new country and a whole new culture. A lot to handle for a 14 year old girl. About to be sent to high school and she could barely even speak the language.
Being lonely in the first months of school. Taking classes three times a week to learn English fast. And she did. Fluent. It helped her mentally and physically. Being able to talk to her classmates more and getting to feeling of being a part of something. Missing her old friends in Dubai - but she quickly forgot all about them.
Meeting new friends and being introduced to a whole new culture. Being the only girl with a hijab at school, sure people looked at her. She was different. She didn’t plan on changing that; she didn’t plan on changing herself.
Being shown the american culture gave her a wake up call. This was who she was. Not some suppressed woman trapped in a religion she didn’t even believe in. Going to parties, first without drinking alcohol, just being a part of the society. In time that changed too.
Scared as hell when she told her parents the truth: she was American, not Arabic. It broke their heart, actually nothing has been the same ever since then. They didn’t support her, actually they gave her until graduation and then, she would have to find her own place.
Meanwhile she worked every single day after school in a bowling hall, not having a personal life. Always studying or working. Graduation day came, she kept her promise and found her own place in Brooklyn. They barely keep in touch today.
Buying a small shop in Brooklyn, opening a flower shop. Selling flowers. Men go home and give them to a woman.It’s never her.
Being around flowers all day long, never received one herself.
A dark beauty, long black hair, the perfect body. The whole town knows who she is, not because of money or for her family. But for her flowers and her inspiring smile everytime she makes someone happy. Unlucky in love. Being a hopeless romantic doesn’t always mean you can have love. All men she’s dated are the same; childish, unserious and only wants one thing from her. She’s a pure diamond. Doesn’t believe in one night stands and keep waiting for the day a man will bring HER flowers.
Knowing what she's worth and what she deserves. She’s come a long way since her life in Dubai. -
medias
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