Coach cancelled hockey practice for today, yet I still found myself ensconced within the chilly grip of my local ice rink. The frigid air brushes my exposed skin and puffs of white breath curl through the air in front of me as I enter. Stepping onto the ice, I watch as my skates tear through the unscratched crystal with ease as I execute precise crossovers and dash around the rink. I've found that this has become my daily routine.
When I need an escape from Ummah and her forceful nature, I come here. When I need an escape from Marid and his acrid remarks, I come here. When I need an escape from the bright-eyed enigma that they call Amir, I come here. And as for today, I need to escape my future. Ummah has been forcefully pushing the idea that I'll become a doctor as of late, but I really don't find the idea appealing. Babah always said I'd be better off as a writer or an artist, but I suppose Ummah is only thinking of how I'm going to support Sahar and our family in the future. That's all she ever thinks about. I wonder if one day she'll think about me?
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𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐆𝐚𝐲 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭
Romance❝ When I walk into a room full of people, I always look for you first ❞ ஐ In which Zaki Hadad, a gay Saudi Arabian teen, struggles to accept himself in an oppressive society and outlets his feelings into his journal.
