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Baladi
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- I am in highschool now, still in Egypt and unhappy
- I just want to graduate already.
- Jamila and I are still, unfortunately, in the same class this year, just all the previous ones. I'm not sure if it is just my teen stubbbornness or lack of trust...but ever since grade 9, I no longer felt the need to befriend anyone. I grew comfortable in my loneliness.
- The music room would be my comfort place for the rest of my highschool years. At first, I was very timid...not sure of how I would approach my "new teacher".
- I'm such a huge fan of that one song of yours!
- It was mandatory for us to pick at least one club to join. There was sports clubs of every activity you could possibly think of, but I was never the athletic type. I skimmed the artistic clubs section and "music club" had caught my eye. I had'nt played music for years or either plan on playing anything, but I thought it would be easy grades if I just attended.
- No one will join the music club anyways...
- When I entered the music room, I saw someone so immersed in the music she was making...and it made me miss the art. Little did I know, this person would impact my life greatly.
- Good morning, dear. My name is Ms.Khadija!
- Maybe I can finally feel comfortable with playing music for myself again...
- How terrible of that girl...
- As time passed and I realized Ms.Khadija was truly a great person. I opened up to her...telling her all about my love and hate journey with music
- ...and she took credit for everything! I felt so betrayed and naive, I stopped trusting everybody. I felt so terrible that I quit music all together. I still feel unsure about my musical skills.
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