Oh god I'm writing a book. This is gonna be a long ass tale about my sometime-shitty life, so buckle the fuck up and read.
So this started in 2002 I came, chuckle, out of my mum. This was probably one of the most confusing moments of my life. I was told by my parents that the doctor thought I was a girl. Thank fucking God I wasn't. I wouldn't mind being a girl but I might have been one, I don't know.
So, I was a fucked up, bratty, bad behaved, good-for-nothing military brat. When I first went to school I bit teachers, flirted, and when we had quote on quote 'Nap Time' I would over sleep. So when I 'graduated' from preeschool, but before I said this I had a cute hat and gown. Once I 'graduated' I had my life planned out.
I was gonna be a soccer player. To this day I still want to be one. I always wanted to marry a nice, smart, cute, and the best person in the world. I will explain that later. I grew up and by first grade I was a badass.
Barakah Amal had escaped Nigeria shortly after the misfortune of encountering Jalal Jali as a teenager. Years since past and unbeknownst to her, she's reluctantly summoned back to wed the man who had ruined her life to protect her family.
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