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POV ELISAS DIARY.

Hi dear diary my name is elisa zamaan, I am sixteen years old girl, and today I will be coming out as gay to my parents, ok ok, deep breaths, I can do this...

I can tell my very religious Muslim family that I DON'T LIKE the cool, nice, rich boy, that my parents set me up with, and instead I am crushing hard on a bratty, white, over-entitled, girl who is apparently obsessed with makeup, is what my mom would say.

Oh boy, I am freaking out, but then again the only thing scarier than this, is not being myself, ok ok, I am going to do this.

Elisas P.O.V.

Umm mom, dad.

yes honey, they both said simultaneously.

Umm well I wanted to tell that... I don't... l-like... Hassan Hafeez...

What!... said Mother obviously already getting mad.

Honey relax, said dad, okaay so you don't like Hassan.. then may I ask who you do like.

{{uumm}} well you know that popular girl I usually talk about-

you always talk about her. my younger brother popped out of thin air and said.

-uck whatever, well you see I like-

her boyfriend?. dad guessed(wrongly I might add)

ooooh sis, you a savage. my brother Aabid said.

I ignored him. -No-no not her boyfriend-

at this time the look on my brothers face said he knew what I wanted to say.

-I like h-

Her Male Friend. my mom said insisting-ly, which meant she knew what I wanted to say before I said it and was hoping I choose not to tell her.

EVERYONE -I- -LIKE A -GIRL-

THATS WHEN THINGS STARTED GETTING CRAZY,

MY MOM PICKED UP THE QURAN AND STARTED BEGGING FOR MERCY,

MY FATHER WHO WAS AT FIRST OBLIVIOUS TO WHAT I HAD JUST SAID, STARTED RANTING, GASPING, AND HAVING A MINI HEART ATTACK, WHEN HE FINALLY REALIZED,

AND MY BROTHER JUST STOOD THERE AND WENT-

WOOOW BIG SHOCKER.

YOU- YOU- ARE A-A L-L-L-LLL-EES-BI-A-..

ERK,*CHOKE* COUGH COUGH, Allah My Lord please forgive me for saying this word.

My daughter- No you can't be my daughter, you must have been possessed.

Mom I'm Not possessed, Okay. I said rolling my eyes at their dramatic-ness

yes yes you are right... it has to be this place, yes America is a TERRIBLE influence, we must leave immediately.

WHAT!. ME, MY BROTHER, AND MY DAD SAID IN UNISON.

Yes we will be moving tomorrow get ready and Pack your things,

No!

What?

I'm not going to be coming with you guys, I'll just stay here.

HAHA HAAA, MOM LAUGHED IN AN INTIMIDATING MANNER,

Ulp- I will be staying here thank you,

MMMM HMM HMM HM HAAAAAAAA HA HA HA HA...

You WILL COME! WITH US, CLEAR!!!.

NO!!!. I SAID THAT IM NOT COMING SO I AM NOT COMING.

GRRR MOTHER RAN UPSTAIRS AND GOT A ROPE AND THEN CAME BACK DOWN.

UMM WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT? I ASKED A LITTLE WORRIED THAT SHE WAS GONNA HIT ME WITH IT.

SOO eliSA,-ULP-IF I CAN'T GET YOU TO COME WILLINGLY I GUESS I WILL JUST HAVE TO TIE YOU UP WITH ME.

WHEN I HEARD THAT I KNEW MY MOM HAD TOTALLY LOST IT,

OKAY OKAY, HONEY THAT IS QUITE ENOUGH-

FATHER SAID.

NO WE ARE LEAVING, SAID MY MOTHER, THEN SHE STARTED COMING TOWARD ME WITH THE ROPE.

So I did what any person who cares about their social life would do when you are about to be forced back into a country where you can barely tweet... I ran for my life(social life to be exact)Obviously.

I ran out of the house, and was running across the street when I heard a truck honk... AND...

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