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~page three~

page 3

i was living with another girl on the third floor of the girl's dormitory. she pegged me to go with her to a sorority party. every blood cell in my body had a definite map of certain consequences that could take place.

the biggest reason being mustafa khan. one of my father's oldest friend's son. he had been through a military camp in pakistan before coming to england. despite his witty personality, i was aware of how much he looked up to my father - him having been a pakistan army officer as well, a retired general. mustafa was not to be meddled with.

but although the odds were against me in every way, the temptation grew and the desire to be free and rebellious became stronger and stronger with every passing hour.

until i gave in.

i was standing out on the porch of this big house. my hijab was a protective case around me. like a boy-repellent. there was the pungent smell of alcohol and sweat. people were shouting, laughing and dancing like there was no tomorrow. they were also playing perverted games so that boys had an excuse to feel up a drunk girl. i had seen movies many times, but this was super unappealing.

the night was... boring. way monotonous than i had anticipated a college party would be.

i was hungry so like the naive muslim girl i was, i politely asked one of the girls standing by for a brownie they were eating.

and i devoured that piece of chocolate brownie. they were a tad bitter and over cooked. everything else after that was a blur.

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