ng at my weak state

n such a pathetic state. A coward, a crybaby. My whole life, I was

nd never stop at their level, it was the most painful punishment. Yet, all that

one to protect me? Or wa

me up. Not even when I saw my childhood friend with my enemies. Howeve

my puffy red eyes and my dirty headscarf. I looked like shit,

g, would it have been like this if

a glare my way. All because they feared my dad. No one judged me, or my relig

ecause you are different because your religion is different? This

ing a normal life with my small family. Mom, dad, and me. Tears now dried on my face, I mi

to the bathroom, it stopped at the door. Whoever was there pushed the door open; I

ite blouse and a black knee-length skirt paired with black high heel

brown eyes with dark straight hair that reached her tiny

he? A new

was checking her out and said nothing to her, my eyes

bathroom stall coming closer to me, the clic

shocked and frozen staring at the box as if it holds some kind of bomb and it will explode at a

y headscarf that looked expensive and a velvet card.

k, I will come

hat be? Could i

ixing my hair. Looking at my reflection, this time I looked better. I went home since I was sure I could

I am pretty sure Mom won't be home. Well, my st

as sure. Walking silently, my head low I could not help but think every

t ignoring the ugly feelings I was getting. I opened the door and headed straight to the stai

on, people started bullying me. I didn't even reach the middle

e. Being the coward I am, I escaped and run to my room and lock t

ake me shake in fear,

re you home?" H

as home and