This is me. Haniya.in here I was eight years old and we came to park with my family and my aunt's family.I wasn't really happy and I bet you can tell from the look on my face.
these are my cousins the one in green is Morteza and he is one year older than me and the one in purple is Mustafa and one year younger than me we were best friends and never separated from each other but they are leaving to live in Sweden.
when we got back home I went to my room and lied in bed and cried.I even didn't get out when I heard my family getting ready to go to the airport.
After that my cousins left, I had no one to play with.I used to watch the boys on the street playing soccer and I couldn't play with them because my grandma thought that is inappropriate for a girl around my age to play with boys.I disagreed but there wasn't anything I could do because that was just the environment I grew up in.
This is me and my friend Mahbobeh in school where you had to wear a uniform and veil.And it's two years after that my cousins left.I was finally able to make a girl-friend because I wasn't girly and I didn't like girly stuff Mahbobeh was the same that's how we became friends.
my aunt decided to travel to Iran with her children. I was not that excited because I knew that a lot has changed from 4 years ago til now.Me and my cousins were not as close to each other as before.they had find new friend just like I did .and we had grew up and in my culture it was mature for a teenage girl to be friends with boys,even if I wanted to be I couldn't.