For most my life, I had a different vision of what happiness must look like.
To be honest, we didn't even believe in happiness and desire and raised to be humble, desire none and respectful to what life throw at us.

I could live like that and it wouldn't blemish my spirit considering I always had an introverted character.

I remember in middle school, I wouldn't go playing games with my friends in the yard in break time. Instead I would try catch the imaginary train that supposedly was carrying our classrooms. I would hop on and watch my classrooms disappear r in front of my eyes and I the train would leave for a better, more enjoyable place.

Some place magical, it never actually happened at the time.

When I was little I didn't care what they're doing to me and how they're treating me, but I couldn't bear it when I see they are forcing their ideology on other. I wasn't a saint or anything, now that I think about it, the reason was simple:

I only could see the effects of injustice to the reflection of other people's mirror but not myself.

If they forced me to wear an scarf, fast in Ramadan and suffer all kind of injustice because I was a girl, I was fine with it. In fact, I embraced it for the most parts because I wanted to be a good girl.

But the moment I saw they are doing it to others, and they were resisting and suffering, it became clear to me how evil and brute this whole ordeal is.

I decided to respect my desire to live freely, stop appeasing others and find my own voice. And you have no idea how hard it is to find something that they took it away from you so long ago...

PS: It took me an hour to upload 2-3 pictures here, while internet is so slow these days. It's frustrating as hell.

PS: I usually don’t do this but right now I’m out of a job and if you can donate I’ll appreciate it. If not I am still very grateful for reading this because I think it is important to have a wide perspective and a real view of things.

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