I woke up the morning after my wedding, exited to migrate to America. (I believed that this was going to be an amazing experience.) About a mere week later, my husband and Imo moved to America. The main reason for our move, is that my husband works in Microsoft, which, apparently, is located in Seattle. My first year in America was the worst. At the time, I barely knew how to speak english, I was literally friendless, I had no clue to how things worked, and I was utterly shocked by the different, and unusual culture. Soon after I got my car, I started to go to the local mosque. I met and socialized with other women, and quickly enough, I befriended the numerous people at the mosque. I started to pick up more words in english, and it wasn’t
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My family and I quickly moved to Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, where I spent most of my childhood, growing up with 8 tough, religious brothers; who would always physically enforce their problems and opinions on me, and an amazing younger sister. My mother was a kind, open hearted person, and my father, a super strict person, with a PHD in law. My father forced me into law school, because he wanted me to work alongside him, in his attorney office. I would often visit my grandfather in my spare time. He truly was a great man, who obtained a PHD in law, and a PHD in Islamic Studies. He was a well known islamic Scholar, cherished by many. But soon, he miserably passed away,” she said in a mournful, longing voice. “My grandmother too was a wonderful person, but she died a tragic death. One fateful day, she went down to the market to buy groceries to cook a meal for her sick grandson. On her way back, as she was waiting to cross the road, a bus hit her, causing her clothing to get caught near the tire, and dragged her for a drastic eight meters of extreme brutal pain. She was soon taken to the hospital, where she stayed in a coma, till her death.” My mother now paused, on the verge of crying tragic tears. “Before graduating from high school, I started feeling like I was ”Coming Of Age”, due to the fact that I held the
My family and I quickly moved to Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, where I spent most of my childhood, growing up with 8 tough, religious brothers; who would always physically enforce their problems and opinions on me, and an amazing younger sister. My mother was a kind, open hearted person, and my father, a super strict person, with a PHD in law. My father forced me into law school, because he wanted me to work alongside him, in his attorney office. I would often visit my grandfather in my spare time. He truly was a great man, who obtained a PHD in law, and a PHD in Islamic Studies. He was a well known islamic Scholar, cherished by many. But soon, he miserably passed away,” she said in a mournful, longing voice. “My grandmother too was a wonderful person, but she died a tragic death. One fateful day, she went down to the market to buy groceries to cook a meal for her sick grandson. On her way back, as she was waiting to cross the road, a bus hit her, causing her clothing to get caught near the tire, and dragged her for a drastic eight meters of extreme brutal pain. She was soon taken to the hospital, where she stayed in a coma, till her death.” My mother now paused, on the verge of crying tragic tears. “Before graduating from high school, I started feeling like I was ”Coming Of Age”, due to the fact that I held the