My mom tells me to never think about it but how can I not when it's right there infront of me. My dad tells me to forget about it but how can I when it's a part of me. My brother calls it cool and my sister says let it be. They only start understanding though is when their chosen husbands for me...never reply back. Until a quirky, clumsy and not to mention handsome Asher comes along....but in the end we all know, no man wants a woman with a left foot missing.... #thebigmuslimwriterscontest2016 Currently under editing***

These are all the thoughts that stay cooped up inside my head, that I don't really tend to let out all that much, because when I do, I'm given oddly creeped out looks, and I get more than enough of those on a regular basis. This is not a work of fiction. It is however a work of HEAVY exaggeration, seeing as how this is not work. It is random crap. Good Day. Good Bye.