I am a daughter who was mandated by my own father. Being perfect is a law, but seeing flaws is a crime. Rules were needed to follow, and my dignity are at risk. My life isn't mine at the first place, yet everything is being controlled; I was born to be a slave of my own bloodline. I am his daughter with no rightful place; no rights to live with my own life. Having this beautiful face is no use since I am a beggar of my own. I live in a large blocks of flats where everything is a mess; beautiful but a mess. And this is how I describe my life "a beautiful mess".