Who am I?

I have nothing against any religion, I just like to write dramatic stories.

This is the story about a muslim girl falling for a jew and being best friends with a christian all in the setting of a private school in Jerusalem.

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1. Miss

I miss my home. I miss my old friends, my job in the food market and most of all, I miss Imah. My best friend for almost 15 years is still living in my home country while I'm a million miles away from her in Jerusalem. I don't see why my father wanted to come here. Of course business is better in the city but still, I miss home. I miss the way the violets grew in my backyard, here I can't grow nothing. I fix my hijab to make sure only my eyes were showing, mother said that I didn't need to wear a hijab here if I don't want to while my father insist I do. I don't wear it for them though or for anyone.

" Azhaar!" my mother yells, "you're going to be late for school."

"Coming!" I run down the stairs with my bag. Father has his suit on, he checks himself out everyday because he believes that to be a good business man you must look sharp, He looks at me and smiles.

"You always look so beautiful with your hijab on." he said patting my back as I go towards the kitchen.

"Thanks dad." I said quietly. I still resent you for making us move here is what I should of said but I didn't. My mother turns to face me with a stern look. She doesn't wear her hijab at all. Her wild curly hair is free and beautiful white features are shown. She's a muslim like us but from Australia while my father and I were both born in Palestine.

" You don't need to wear it dear. " she whispers.

" But I want to. I am proud of who I am and I will show it. " I said softly. I believe no one should be afraid to be who they are and what they believe in. If my mother believed in flying goats and that cow skin should be worn on the head, I would support her all the way. Maybe not stand to close due to the smell but I'll still support her.

"Azhaar, hurry up! You're going to be late for school." my father yells as he leaves the house. I give my mom a quick peck on the cheek and hurry outside. I can't have my father waiting and be late for the first day of school either.

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