Redemption
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"On Tuesdays I hate the world, I want to burn things down. I want to wipe off every single trace of human existence. Is it weird? Does it ever happen to you? Don't you ever want to track down every single person who has underestimated you and spit on their faces, tell them you're better than what they thought of you, and that you're better than they'd be in ten years time?" I sighed roughly, intentionally exaggerating my breaths.
"And on Wednesdays?" Mahi's almond eyes glistened with empathy, as she listened intently.
"On Wednesdays, I feel bad for feeling like that." I could feel the regret weighing down on me, clamped up in my chest.
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Safiya E. Yousufzai had had her hopes crushed and her dreams stepped on. In a world where people laid down their lives in the name of honor, she made the horrible mistake of freeing herself of customs and traditions. She was stupid and brave enough to take the fall...just to spiral into a void of misery. Now, she spent all her time in preparation...preparation for the havoc she was about to cause.
Everyday the moment her eyes flickered out of sleep, she'd toss a coin and decide: every day of Safiya's mediocre life was either a Tuesday or a Wednesday. She spent her time crawled up in an unknown corner of a barely known city. Coiled up, with her neck arched into a tasteless book. Occasionally, she'd take a peek of the outside world and then go back to her lies and fiction. But she had these thoughts in her head; thoughts that clawed at her.
She.Needed.Escape.
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