A WOMAN WITH FEELINGS
“Mmm right” I chuckle a little bit, my mouth form into a small laugh, my cheeks get rosy as my eyes keep looking at her. “You’re a bad fool, Maia” Z starts to talk. “You can’t fool people but you fool yourself easily” She ends with a little laugh on her face. “Well, right… I’m really bad at it” I reply as I’m tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. “Okay, my turn! I’m gonna ask you a personal question” I start. “Mmm-hmm okay” Z hums.
“Why do you like girls? Isn’t it kind of contradictory? I mean, you’re Muslim right? You’re from Middle East” I ask. “Sorry if it’s exaggerated” I heavily breathe intensely, with a little bit of laugher on my face. Z sigh, she takes a deep breath as she looks at me. “I didn’t choose my sexuality. I didn’t choose myself to like women. It’s not about from where and what religion you’re born, it’s about how far you know yourself and how you embrace yourself”