A girl like any other
She was a girl just like any other, she had a wonderful house, caring parents and an annoying little brother, her life was “perfect” and she was a “perfect” girl, she was the “smart” one in class, she even skipped a grade. Her name was Amira, which meant princess in Arabic which was the language she spoke, she lived in a house in Damascus, Syria on Mohajreen street.
January 9th was the day it all started.
“Goodnight Amira, goodnight Omar ( her 6-year-old brother) tomorrow will be a great day,” said her mom
“Goodnight” replied Amira and Omar.
A few minutes in bed and Amira couldn’t sleep; thoughts lead to new thoughts in her head, as she struggled to keep her wide open eyes shut.
She couldn’t sleep, a thought kept bugging her; she kept her eyes closed for afew minutes to try and fall asleep, but she wasn’t able to sleep until she had a word with her mom.
.Amira put on her sleepers, opened the cracky door quickly to avoid the loud rusty creaking voice, and heard her mom talking deeply and seriously on a phone call. She knocked on the door quietly hoping that her mom would hear her and end the call.
“I will call you later,” mom said a bit quiet now.
“Come in” Mom enunciated a second later.
