Love has no color

Mahshi(Beth)

Violin ran long and my dad was bright red.

"Bisar! What happened? We're late , you know" he shouted.

I rolled my eyes.

"Dad, please , just try to consider that it's only one hour" I said

"Well , I'll consider it once I reheat your moms mahshi"

"mahshi? Agian?" I moaned.

"Your mom thinks you need to loose some weight, Bisar" said dad.

Once I got home I finished my meal and my homework.

"Bisar, lights off!" Said mom down the hallway.

I did just that.

I took off my hijab.

Yes , I'm Muslim. From Egyptian descendants.

It's funny how from little I told you , you didn't expect this.

Ha,funny.

I prayed, too.

.•skip night and transfer to morning.•

The same time the sun arose so did I.

"Bisar today your brother is coming home from Egypt" my mom reminded me.

"Oh yeah Fahim is coming!" I said in excitement.

I was so excited for Fahim to come sense we had been in Egypt for 2 years to teach English.

We were both born in Egypt but came to America. I was 4 years old and my brother was 10.

I fixed my hijab and grabbed a granola bar.

Honks came from outside.