Hanan Alghamdi
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Hi everyone, I just started writing after a long pause. I aim to develop my writing skills, so don't be shy to comment what's in your mind about my stories.
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Box of Needles
I remember how school life was for me. I was bullied for my looks, which I understand why; I didn’t have any points of beauty, according to them. My hair was a mess always, although I tried to fix it, but it never worked. My clothes were not as expensive as theirs. I don’t deserve fancy clothes if I don’t know how to fashion myself up anyways. They used to call me naked, because I never wore, or owned, accessories to wear, like they did. The more they put on, the more popular they became. I felt like I was trapped in a small box full of needles. If you move you will be poked. They hurt. But I managed to stay still as possible so I could finish school and start a new fresh life. Everyone hates becoming an adult, not me. It’s my salvation. I am sure that when I grow up and take responsibilities, everyone will look at me differently; I will be respected.
By Hanan Alghamdi8 years ago in Psyche
Raindrops
The silence in her bedroom was interrupted by the rain drops fiercely hitting the window. Laying on her bed pretending to sleep, her gaze was fixed on the raindrops straggling to stay in format when reaching the window panes. Sunlight breaks the dark room beaming through the window. She puts a small effort to turn her head to the other side of the room running away from the light. The alarm’s noise overshadows the drumming rain. This time her eyes can’t lie about sleeping. “It’s here.” Her thoughts woke up to this phrase. “My so-called dream day. I worked so hard for this moment. I am marrying the love of my life but I never thought big weddings matter more than the marriage. But it’s for our families’ sake.” Her brain starts remembering moments of refusal from both sides about every detail she wanted to discuss about her wedding day, including the groom, how many people are coming, the menu options, the flowers' colors and sizes. The cake's decoration, her own wedding dress was the worst of them all.
By Hanan Alghamdi8 years ago in Humans
