Fairuzah the daughter of Vice admiral Umar Farouq Sultan, is a hard girl, who is known for her resilience and independence, who found nothing special about love, attributing her contentment to the unwavering love of her father, as her father's love...
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2022
What is love? Honestly, it seems like a waste of time, giving people the chance to use and manipulate you. It's like making a fool of yourself and ending up feeling stupid.
Love, my friend, is like trying to catch a stubborn goat. You think you've got it, and bam! It slips right through your fingers, leaving you wondering if you ever had a grip in the first place.
Love, is not the sweet melody of a song but the deafening silence after a heartbreak. It's not a bed of roses; it's more like tripping over your shoelaces and falling face-first into a pile of chukuchuku! (Thorns).
If you ask me again, It's that unpredictable rollercoaster that takes you to the highest highs and drops you into the lowest lows. It's the scribbled notes and the public humiliations, the karate kicks and the heartbreak hits. Love is a wild ride and sometimes, it's better to watch from a distance than risk getting thrown off the lilo. (Swing)
My first experience with love was back in primary four, In the lively world of Primary Four, where the air smelled like chalk and kids' laughter filled the halls, I found myself in a daring adventure – the adventure called love.
One bright afternoon, Aysar the neat and punctual class monitor, caught my eye. His perfect uniform and snow-white socks made quite an impression on me. In my heart, I felt a strong liking for Aysar and decided to express it boldly.
Armed with a pink piece of cardboard and a lot of courage, I embarked on a secret mission to tell Aysar how I felt. Amid the excitement of an upcoming math class, I quietly wrote "I love you" on the pink paper. It was like creating a masterpiece of emotions.
With sweaty hands and a racing heart, I approached Aysar at the perfect moment, away from the watchful eyes of our classmates. The pink note, tightly held, symbolized my newfound bravery.
As I handed him the folded note, the air filled with anticipation. Aysar unfolded the paper, and a heavy silence took over. My heart pounded as I waited for his reaction.
Suddenly, Aysar's face twisted with surprise and confusion. The classroom fell silent, and my classmates' whispers became a backdrop to my impending embarrassment. In a surprising turn, my innocent expression of affection turned into a public shame.
With a stern expression, Aysar walked towards the teacher's desk, note in hand. The betrayal hurt, and I stood alone, exposed to the judging eyes of my peers.
The teacher's scolding echoed through the room, amplifying my embarrassment. The once innocent pink cardboard now carried the ink of my vulnerability, a symbol of my naivety.
I quickly ran to the restroom, tears streaming down my face. I promised myself never to let my heart be vulnerable again, to protect myself from the pain of rejection.
Little did I know, this experience would shape my emotional defenses, leading me down a path of strength and a reluctance to open up to love. And so began my journey through the rollercoaster of feelings, leaving behind the innocence of a pink cardboard and the echoes of a love found and lost in Primary Four.
In this crazy world, I learned not to give a hoot about people. Humans, they're just not worth the stress, you know? I'd rather watch a cat chase its tail than bother with all their drama.
Back in Harvard, I decided to toughen up even more. Enrolled in a karate class, kicked some serious butt. Ten guys in a row? Child's play. My face screamed, "Don't mess with me," and I embraced it. If you said I hated guys, I'd give you a gold star.
But here's the twist – a father's love is something else. It's like a rare gem, irreplaceable and priceless. My old man, Admiral Umar Farouq Sultan gave me that anchor, and that's all I needed to keep my sanity.
Social media? Nah, I dropped Instagram like a hot potato. All those couples sticking together like glue, or dancing together like two hopeless millipedes that fell into a salt pool? bloggers yapping endlessly about marriage. What happened to good old food and prayers? And why's everyone obsessed with love? It's like a contagious disease, and I'm not catching it.
I don't give a damn about humans and their lovey-dovey stuff. Shoot, if a guy even thinks about confessing his feelings, I'd take him down. I'd rather be alone, watching the world go by, than getting caught up in that love mess. Call me harsh, call me whatever, but it's a crazy world out there, and I'm just surviving.
"Wait who's invaded in my space?"
Whew! This girl sha! What do you like about Fairuzah? For me it's The hard girl part😅 Chapter one here, do not forget to vote, and drop comments. Lt. Naz loves you 🤍✨🥂
