The first of everything that made me feel lost, the first word, the first step, the first dream, the first nightmare, the first fight, the first scream, the first love, the first hug , the first kiss and the first break up . It seemed that only the first things in our lives mattered the most. Every time , I wanted to start something new, make my first historic , make it for everybody to remember my accomplishment, it seems that I just make myself a fool , dumb not more.But, it is a very famous quote that kept me going all these years "Dream big, work hard".So, I keep on doing what's in my mind. I'm ain't the type of people that cares,make it a big deal if I did something in the right way for the first time.All I care about is getting out of my struggles.
Being a daughter of 2 different religions, same goals, doubled love for me, but, so much weird traditions from both of my parents. I was raised from a Muslim mother that ran away all the way from Jordan ,running, escaping from her house to marry her first love, my dad ,my Christian dad.
I'd never liked to open for them the idea of praying, what shall I eat, what shall I do, what shall I say . I knew if I ever saw my mom praying , in a different way , I mean the way muslim prays , then told my dad, not only screams will take over the house, but the doors of hell will be opened for sure.
Ones, I did it, told my dad about my mother religion and what she told me of god, of their own book which is like "Bible" but it's for muslims which is called "Quran", he turned into a drunk beast, ready to kill everything that his eyes see . He was like a blind person, damaging every stuff around,I remember he said :"go to your room and don't show me your face again! !"
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Short StoryA girl of a Christian dad and a Muslim mom passes through hell everyday ; her mom and dad are always fighting, she never had a day without screaming, feeling like she is the reason why they are miserably living together. Her life turns to hell but s...
