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Monday Blessings #11: Friends and I

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I'm blessed to have a night full of laughter and some philosophical moments that inspired ideas for poetry. I'm blessed to have seen my friends this weekend. I'm blessed to have made a new one. I'm blessed to have learned more things of my faith and renew what I know and my energy. I'm blessed to have more ideas for stories. I'm blessed to have learned more about myself not just directly from the lectures, but indirectly with interactions. I'm blessed with everything small like having chocolate and hearing the birds.

Even though I didn't get into round 2 of PitchMadness, I'm blessed to have tried and I want to share it with you (feedback is welcomed):

Name: Fida Islaih
Title: Deciding Hijab
Genre: YA contemporary
Word Count: 11k

Pitch: Yasmeen started wearing the headscarf. Along with covering up comes problems. There is unwanted attention from boys and misinformation. There is some good, she meets a faithful Christian girl who is interested in Islam.

Excerpt: I remember as a toddler I always go to the mosque with my mom and sister. It is another friday, yet we are rushing. My mom didn't get anything to keep me busy or put on my headscarf. At the mosque while everyone was listening, I just wandered around the room. I like seeing all the women and girls in their scarves. It was colorful.

Getting bored, I go to my sister. I pet my own hair. Then I touch my sister's scarf. She understands what I want, but doesn't have my scarf, so she sends me to my mom. I did what I did to my sister to my mom. She gave me my scarf. I went back to sister to help me put it on. After that I sat down patiently.

We didn't stay in the community too long. We always have to move. From state to state, I go to three schools in four years. Finally in fifth grade my family settled in a small town. I'm Yasmeen and I start seventh grade in a few days. Ramadan just started.

On the first weekend my parents decided to invite the community to our house for Iftar. I'm glad I made friends quickly or it would have been more awkward than it actually was. My friend, Noor and I were sitting in my room talking where every few minutes my brothers and their older boy friends kept barging into my room. I finally had enough and screamed at them.

*the full story can be found on wattpad.

-Fida Islaih
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