LOGINZina Achour – a nineteen-year old girl with a thousand dreams. And yet, I’m frowned upon by my own family. I used to be a cheerful girl who woke up every morning believing it’s a new day holding new adventures. I used to be confident. I walked with my head held high. I didn’t care what people thought. I believed I was smart and strong to face any troubles coming my way. But now, who am I? I don’t recognize that girl who’ve lost the spark in her chocolate brown eyes. Where’s that smile I used to see in my reflection? I used to love my silky waist-long brown hair, long eyelashes, thin nose, and sweet soft pink lips. Now, I’m like a bird with broken wings. No matter how many times I try to fly and escape, I always fall right back where I started.
View MoreDifficulties and adversities viciously force all their might on us and cause us to fall apart, but they are necessary elements of individual growth and reveal our true potential.ZINA'S POV:
ZINA'S POV:Ilost my mind, I couldn't take it. I begun banging my head to the wall. Hoping it will all make it stop. I was about to hit my head again, but I felt someone pull me closer, and hug me so tight, begging me to stop." Stop girl please, you are hurting yourself like this. " said the person
What people need to learn in life is how to love people and use things instead of using people and loving thingsZINA'S POV:I was feeling so cold, like I was sleeping on something hard. All my body hurts, my muscles are stiff, but why I thought I slept on my bed last night.I opened my eyes, and I found that I was sitting on the floor, leaning my head on the wall. It was so dark, expect from the light coming under the door.What time is it?Where is my phone?Ya Allah, I hope it's not late.I need to rest I have a flight in the morning.My throat was itching, I need to get some water.I got up from the floor, groaning in pain.I opened the door and headed down the stairs.Ya Allah, please give me patience and courage to overcome this.Tomorrow, I will leave my hometown, my country, the place Where I was born.
If god allows it, then he has a plan,so stop worryingZINA'S POV:"Zina, we have wonderful news for you."I froze,This can't be good, I thought.She went out of the room, expecting me to follow her, butI stood there astonished and panicked at the same time.What could be good for them, would definitely be bad for me.Ya Allah, what kind of test would you get me into now?I trust you, God.I took a deep breathe, calmed myself down and decided to follow my mom.I came out of my room, descending the stairs, my heart hammering in my chest, I am curious; worried; and scared.Scared about what they are going to tell me, I know I won't like.Scared because I can't say NO, whatever they throw my way should be done, without any arguments, or else HE would be mad, and I would be the one facing the consequences.And that 'he' is My father.I talked before about my mother, but I ne





