Chapter one -شَقاء-

Hii!I'm finally back, i miss writing so much!!Hope you enjoy this story!&dont forget to comment;*

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 "Why do i look like this?

Why do they hate me?"

I kept thinking & thinking &thinking..

But guess what? I didn't find any answers for my questions as usual.. 

*So im muneera, im 20 years old.. I have a black long hair which i love & a black eyes.. Normal nose & a small mouth..

                   -Flash back-

"Wala ana ele malat 3alay w 3ala 7athy ele 5alany ayeebch bedal alwalaaad! Zain chthy al7eeen??? Estanstaay lama oboch 5atha wa7da thanya 3alay? Shbegolon alnas? Bent al3ez w ala9el rayelha yakheth 3alaiha? 7asbeya alah3alaich, la entay bentay wlany a3rfech!!!!!" 

W hathy est6want mama ele kel youm tgoulha..

ITS NOT MY FAULT!!!! I DIDN'T CHOOSE TO BE A "GIRL" i swear to god it isn't my fault.. 

please god help me, be by my side because i can't take this anymore..

I didn't feel that i have a mother at all, shay y3awer that i have her &i see her every day but i can't talk to her..

I was mentally & physically sick..

One evening i heard her screming & crying her heart out..

"Ma draitaawww?????? Mert obokom alnesraa 7malaaat!!!!! Laa w 7amel bl walad ba3aad elee yabe oboukoom!! Ele ygoul 3ane naag9a 3ashan ma yebtla eyaah!! 7asbeya allah 3alaich ya mneeeera, tha3y3tay bait kaaamilll!!"

W bedat t6gny chena ley thanb ya3ne..

Typical mama..

Oh & i wass 9 years old.. 

Broken & sad kid because of this mother..

3endy 6 khawat w ana alsab3a, u can't say that i love them.. But what can i do? I don't have anyone else to talk to or to take care of me.. 

When i was 9 my big sister took care of me.. but then she got married..

So my sister ele a9ghar menhaa gamat tder balha 3alaay.. 

& it goes on..

Lama bgayt ana w my sister ele akbar mene bl bait..

                 *4 years later*

my step mother yabat walad thany.. 

w zeyarat my dad 7agna wayed 5afat, bas gam eyena bl 3ed.. Bl mo5ta9ar bl munasbaat!

Obouy thal ya9ref 3alaina lama gam y7es ena baitna 9ar shay wajeb w shay 9a3eb yet7mla.. 

Fa ma gam ya9ref 3alaina abadan wala 7eta yzourna..

I kept praying everyday &everynight to get out from this house..

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Much love,

Farah<3