The Beginning
Everything happens for a reason, no matter what it is, it has a purpose behind it whether bad or good, these were the last words I heard from my mother 4 years ago when I was first kidnapped.
Marhabaan, my name is Jamal Malika, I am 16 years old and live in Los Angeles California. We just moved here 2 months ago and we are still getting used to the noise and pollution. Mom said that I had to start school tomorrow so I decided to go to the Los Angeles Mall which is huge so that I can get ready for school tomorrow and be presentable. As I get ready to go down to the kitchen to eat breakfast and then head out to the mall, I study myself in the mirror and try to see why everyone says that I am a natural beauty when I am not. Now don’t get me wrong, I am not like those cliche girls who starve themselves because they think they are fat and ugly, I just do not see how I am beautiful like everyone says. After studying my raven black hair, oddly cold blue eyes, and moonlight pale skin in the mirror, my mother called me down to eat. “Marhabaan mother” “Marhabaan Jamal, how are you today?” “Good mother, I was wondering if I may go to the mall and buy some clothes for school, tomorrow please.” “Of course Jamal, eat breakfast first though and be back before 6 o’clock please” “Of course mother, thank you very much.” She just smiled, nodded, and gave me my plate of Khobz with some dried fruit and nuts to eat with a cup of Karak Chai. What I did not know was that it would be the last time I saw my mother for 4 years.
