Amaira Eshal's POV
"They..y... they haven't published yet, have they?" I asked as panic rushed through my veins, my heart thumping against my rib cage, as it just wanted to tear my skin apart and jump out.
"No, the principal sent me a sample, because I'll be aware of our school art news" She said, while scanned confusingly at my strange behavior. "Eshal, it's just our school article about the student who did best in their prospective field. The principal sent me a sample to do a final check, that's all, there is nothing to panic about. Why are you behaving strangely?" She assured me in a soft voice.
Relief washed over me "I need a movement" I stood up and exited her office before she could respond. My heartbeat calmed as soon as the cold breeze touched my skin. But still I need to pull things together. If things were normal in my home I would never panic like this. Damn I would even take my article along with me happily and show it to everyone.
I again looked at the article in which my photo was printed. To my relief I was wearing my black abaya along with a lavender colour hijab with a genuine grin plastered on my happy face beside me. My favorite artwork was placed in an easel.
I'm studying in this school since seven years, never in these year I saw our article related to Art on second page, Art related articles would always lay on last page, even that even that will be any random kid art, until this year, a HIGH GRADE girl's art.
I hate to admit it but I'm proud of you.
Hehehe, Are you proud of yourself.
Funny.
I smiled and continued to stare at the picture, a delightful day indeed. "Are you okay now or you still need time?" I glanced at Miss Jules, slightly embarrassed about the act I pulled a few minutes ago.
"Is there something that is bothering you or someone ripped your artwor- Oh No one would dare to do that" She laughed as she thought she was joking. I smirked and said"You're right no one dares to do that but...that's not a problem here" She patiently waited for me to continue "My parents you know.... They are behaving strangely like.... I don't know how to explain but i can surely say that, they are not how they used to be. Like, a few days ago I showed them my new artwork. Did you know what they said?! They said 'it's okay but you could do even more amazing things' like seriously?! What could be even more amazing than art. Art is my relaxation, happiness, calming thing, art is my everything" I said like a child who is complaining over small things but it's not a small thing for me. Art holds an important part in my life. They don't know how much it hurts me.
It's okay Eshal.
But Miss Jules listened to my childish rambling and asked "so... This is why, you had a minor panic attack because if the article was released it would make a fuss in your family" I nodded and said "You're right all the way but, it would make a big fuss you know, satans in the form of relatives they would be forever hindrance for my success. if our school publishes this article for popularity, that would be the last day in this school."
"What are you saying Eshal ? I have met you. They are not like that!" She said shockingly not completely believing my words. "Believe me, they have changed, Dad's side relatives had made some other plans for my future so they would not support my passion. Also they started to behave distantly with me, like they could convince me if they gave me the cold shoulder" I mumbled the last part. I could feel her concerned gaze but I didn't pay attention to it.
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Comédie" I can't really accept you, how hard I try But a part of me wants to do"" He said in a low pained voice finally truly opening up to me I brushed my thumb across his cheeks and asked "Do you trust Allah?" He nodded his head pain and sadness is visib...
