I remember writing this in my diary once on having passed a few months without watching any TV series or listening to any music. It was magical. Probably what alcoholics feel after weeks of being sober.
It was just another gloomy day of autumn as I headed out of home wearing a jilbab for the first time in my life, being as quick as I could so my parents would not see me. But I wasn’t quick enough, because my mother saw me and I had to stop so that she... Continue Reading →