Thank you all for such elating comments! What a writer needs to go on is encouragement and I am glad, I received so much encouragement from you'll. Thanks a ton, I hope you enjoy the part I am posting now.
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Chapter Two '
Aman:
Being a single dude at seventeen may suck, I agree but what sucks even more and perhaps is the MOST sucking thing in the whole universe is being the only son to a Muslim mother and Hindu father!!
We are one small happy family of three people, we talk English, walk English, drink English, eat English but, I am still supposed to keep my Muslim and Hindu values alive. Well, OF COURSE I know that and I have my moral values set high but the very problem here is that my parents behave insensitively towards each other's religion and guess what, they never accept that.
Every now and then, I am made to choose one of them and I wonder why they even live together when they ALWAYS have to act on their on terms and prejudices. Some times, I feel like something has kept them together not because they want to, but because they have to anyhow. Not that they don't love each other, they do but well, I am confused and I guess, so are they!
I'll tell ya what; I seriously want to kill the person who created the whole "religion" thing. I know there's nobody in specific who did that but whatever it is, it has never ever done anything good to the mankind! I like some things out of what the Quran says, I am in love with the holy book, Geeta and I hope I get to read the entire Bible some day. I BELIEVE in God but I believe all Gods to be one, as my Grandmother always said.
My paternal grandmother was a religious woman but humanity was the first religion she followed and everything else was secondary to her. I have sort of inherited her view on the whole religion thing, I believe provided, I have spent half my life with her, she passed away six years back and that was when I started living with my parents here in California.
Sofia:
Dint I tell you how f**ked up I am because of this whole head girl thingy? I am so frigging pissed off! I am tortured the whole day, now that I am the school head girl, it's obvious I can't even miss a single class. My bad!
Early this morning, I rode my pink and purple bicycle dad gifted me last Christmas to the school, as usual. I thought of sitting back and relaxing a bit in the garden next to which we have our cheerleading practice hall. I sat with my back resting on the bench, there was hardly anybody there. For a change, I wasn't late but really early.
I sat there for a while and I dint notice my eyes had turned all red, it was only when a gal from my class (No, I don't know her name.) asked me to go and see myself in the mirror.
I am used to being called dumb by well, random people however, I don't accept that! I can NOT be just another blonde gal, I am much more than that and I would prove that soon too. Okay, without anymore deviations' let me tell that I was crying and I dint notice that. Now I agree, I am a Lil dumb. How come I dint even realize I was sobbing? I am happy, was happy, whatever, right?
Whenever I used to be all gloomy back in time when Grappy was alive, it was mainly because he wouldn't give me money to buy music CDs, make up and whatnot and honestly, I don't cry much but this time, I was actually oblivious of the fact that I was crying. I don't know what makes me feel so sad, at times. I feel like somebody punched a whole right through my chest, absolutely terrible!
After that, I attended school, paid attention in the Algebra class, and wow!! I understood almost everything, this was another surprise that day. The former proved I am dumb and the later, defied it. Mwuhahah!
Adara:
I have to go to a new school now and go through the process of changing my place allover again. I am not very anticipated about how things will shape up in California, it's just okay with me. I don't mind leaving this place cause unlike my old house which I sadly now call, my father's house' I am not attached to this one.
You must have got it so far, eh? I am becoming frozen hearted every second, I used to get attached to people and places within hours and now, even a year long stay here doesn't seem to be bothering me. It's been ages that I let myself out and cried, not that I don't feel like' I somehow, don't let myself. I need some more time, time might heal, well, it must heal' I believe in what mom says.
An hour or so ago, I switched my laptop on and reviewed my blog. I love viewing it over and over again so that it gives me a feeling of being worth something and talented. Lately, I have started feeling a Lil too useless. I went through the comments and was really very elated. Besides, Dad, his wife and my mommy had read and commented too. I love how my father still takes some time out and we chat on Facebook. It feels horribly strange to be talking to your own father like this! But I can't help it and you know, Facebook is always not a bane as it's really helpful to keep in touch with people you don't wish to face in real.
I had these abstract thoughts, and people always said I could write. Over the time, I lost those abstract thoughts and gradually I am losing my talent too. Whenever, I am supposed to write, I end up writing something depressive and highly disturbing and I don't like it this way. I really don't! How I wish I could be the way I was before, carefree and happy!
My mother has me to support her, I will always stand by her but I don't have anybody by my side, I feel very lonely. I cannot expect a woman like my mother who herself is in blues to help me overcome the fact that she is divorced and I am away from my father and my family is a family no more. I need a friend, a person to bank upon. I need a person who can help me find the lost part in me and bring me back to who I, Adara Khan am in true sense.
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