My Battle For Equality

Chapter 3

- On the picture you see Ayoub.

- Listen to Count on me by Bruno Mars

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We stopped at a small house with a white door. You could see it needed a lot of work to look beautiful again.

The grass was very high, the walls and the door were dirty white and the windows needed to be cleaned.

I helped Mohammed out of his car seat and took his hand.

My father looked at us with a big smile.

"I know we're going to have to work very hard to let this place look nice. Let's see how our castle looks from the inside." He said while he was grabbing the key.

My parent have already seen the house but it is our first time.

He opened the door and entered a little hallway where you can put your shoes and jacket. Than you walk in the living room. My mother immediately went to the kitchen and I followed. It was a very nice kitchen with a kitchen island.

But there was something missing.

"Mother, I don't see a dishwasher." I know damn well that I'm going to wash everything. In the other house I did it too.

But your girl has dreams.

Dreams that were destroyed.

"My dear Dounia, why do you think I have kids? I don't have kids so they can sleep and eat all day. I actually bought you some sponges in your favorite color, so be grateful."

Behind me Soufiane busted into laughter. Until she smacked him on the head.

"And you young man are going to help your father paint the walls."

It is very funny watching such a big guy being smacked and afraid of a woman who doesn't even reaches his shoulders.

That woman can beat you like Badr Hari. You don't want to get her mad.

Believe me.

Ayoub and Souf have to share a room and me and Mohammed are sharing one as well

We cleaned all day and got everything out of the moving van. We put the beds together and went to sleep.

I was exhausted.

When I touched the bed, I immediately fell asleep.

In the middle of the night I felt something pulling my sheets. I pushed that 'thing' out of my bed while I was half asleep.

When I'm sleeping you better let me sleep.

Unfortunately my brother doesn't agree with me. He was crying on the ground.

I got up and put him in my bed.

"What is wrong, little boy?" I asked while I was wiping off his tears.

"I think there is a monster in this house and I can't sleep."

"I know Soufiane is ugly but it is not nice of you to call him a monster."

He smiled and moved to sleep closer to me.

"I'm also afraid, little monkey. Your big sister will always protect you." I whispered in his ear while he was sleeping.

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Author's note

I can't believe there are people reading my story.

You can comment as much as you want.

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