You were my Facebook timeline, and the giggles my driver disliked when he drove me to school. You were the reason behind my fail attempt at making tea, and behind my terrible fall on the stairs. You were the reason my parents scolded me at 7 pm on a Tuesday night, I was the reason yours did, we were each other’s reason for laughing together the very next afternoon in your car, drinking beverages from McDonald’s because we couldn’t afford Starbucks anymore.
“We’re going to travel the city!” You exclaim with excitement and I follow you with a smile.
You start off with bragging about spending your precious time and money on me, which is then followed by rude remarks such as; “You don’t deserve this!” even though you know your entire trip is worth the dinner that the servant’s serve at my daddy’s home.
My Uncle told me I was prettier than a red rose.
No, He doesn’t care about you. He laughs at your dreams calling them immature and silly. Your exciting adventures are long, dull stories to him, and your face is the only reason he is attracted to you.
Hi! My name is Rimsha Qazi, and I’m 21 years old. My birthday is celebrated every March 17th. I was a little disappointed when I moved to Canada and found out that my friends weren’t really celebrating my birthday; it was St. Patrick’s Day. But I’ve forgiven and forgotten, or maybe not.