Arab Cinderella

Arab Cinderella~Chapter 2~

I was in the car on a family road trip so I updated. Lol I got bored so I decide hey why not kill time with writing? Tell me what you guys think and please comment suggestions as well! thank you so much to you who support me and the story! much love!

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Chapter 2

"Samara you didn't clean the tables! go do that before we leave!" mama yelled from the other room. 

I groaned in irritation. Is she blind? the glass is squeaky clean, but what she sees is different than what I see. She is always cleaning as if its a sport. Why the hell would I need to clean right before I leave? I missed going out and having a good time this summer so this is an opportunity for me to enjoy the last week of summer vacation, but she just ruined it. Even on the day I'm supposed to go out to the mall and buy school clothes , she makes me clean before we leave. School will be starting in a week and we are always last minute shoppers. The whole summer I probably spent in the house cleaning, cooking, taking care of my younger siblings and occasionally taking them out to the park. I never get to hang out with my friends outside the house. My mom doesn't trust me with friends. It irritates me how she's always the one who picks clothes for me "so they are loose and long". I can shop for my self and still get clothes that are loose and long, but nope she has to come along. Honestly her fashion taste is older than the pyramids. She only chooses dull colors for me to wear like black, gray, and white. I feel plain and the clothes completely kill my mood. I only have a few colorful outfits in the closet that is shared with my three sisters.  

"fine." I said through gritted teeth as I quickly grabbed the glass cleaner and a towel. after a few minutes I completed cleaning the million tables in our house. I put everything away and rushed outside. Of course I'm not the only one going, all of us are so the car is a mess. Heba, Ahlam, and Zainab are fighting over who gets the window seat. None of them want to sit in the middle. Ali is sitting in the front seat, and Mohamed is sitting in the passenger seat. So the only seat open for me is next to Ali. 

"Hurry up and get in the car!" mama yelled again. 

"obviously I'm about to." I whispered to myself, but she heard me. 

"Shoo?(what) Are u talking back to me!?" mom interrogates me.  

I decides to stay quiet and just get in the car, but she is still waiting for a reply as her eyes literally cut through my skin.  

"No mama, I'm sorry." I finally gave in and apologized. Mom lets out a sigh of anger and just turns around and speeds off into the main road. after 20 minutes, we finally reached Highland Mall. It's my favorite mall to shop at because it is so big and has so many stores. Mohamed and Ali seperate from us to go shop on their own and my mom, sisters and I stay together. It's so unfair how the guys can go do whatever they want and I remain glued to mama. 

"meet us at the food court in 2 hours." Mom reminds them  

"Alright. Hey mama can I get 50 dollars, I want to get some snapbacks." Ali informs mama 

"Yeah mom can I get 100 dollars I gotta get some new clothes for college." Mohamed jumps in and asks her for money too.  

"Alright here's 200 dollars, each of you get 100 dollars, ok? " Mom digs into her purse and hands them the money with a smile on her face. I don't understand who smiles when giving up their money? especially mom, she barley ever smiles . My brothers' faces lit up in happiness and mainly surprise.  

"THANK YOU SO MUCH MAMA! wallah I love you!" Ali hugs her and so does Mohamed. They then walk off into LIDS to go buy snapbacks. It's what they call "swag". I can't disagree I sort of like the snapbacks, but the prices are just ridiculous and mama would never let me wear them anyways.  

"Mama! why do you give them money and not me!?" Heba whines. She actually looks like she is about to cry. I smile slightly at the sight. Ahlam and Zainab just want to go play in the play area of the mall.  

"Habibtey I will buy you something, just wait." Mama shushs her screams. "Yallah Samara, Let's go get you some clothes." Mama reminds me.Of course, why else would we be in the mall? Sometimes I just want to give her a sarcastic answer to her stupid statements, but I can't. She actually means "Let's go I will get you some new clothes" because I don't even really have a say in what to wear, just like everything else, she chooses for me.

"No Samara you can't wear that! the shirt is too short! aybb!" Mom disapproved of the floral shirt dress that I seriously fell in love with.  

"Please mama! I really want it!" I argued. I can't just walk away from this beautiful shirt dress. 

"This is your last warning, put that back!" Mom yelled and narrowed her eyes at me.  

Reluctantly I placed the dress shirt back on the rack. I swear its not short at all, it goes down to my knees. I walked away from it with my head down. That was the only thing I liked so far.  

"Samara this is way better! look." Mama held up a long black dress from a nearby rack. The color black disgusts me now, my whole closet is black. It's as if there's a funeral everyday.  

"Why do I always have to wear black!?" I question my mom a bit irritated now.  

"Because colors catch too much attention and that's aybb! you're a Muslim girl so you have to cover up. And also because I said so." She explained.  

I rolled my eyes as I walked away. I can't stand it, everytime she has to pull the "because I said so" card. It's not that hard giving a valid and good explanation. Can't I have a choice in at least what I wear? Guess not.  

"Fine I will just take the black dress, can we get out of this store now?" I sighed in defeat. I never win anyways.  

"Okay yallah let's go." Mama spoke as she grabbed the dress out of my hands and made her way towards the cashier.  

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Two hours later and I still couldn't find something "modest and affordable". I already gave up on finding clothes but I decided to give it one more last try, so I headed into Charlotte Russe. As I searched around the prettiest red dress caught my eye. I had to get it, it's literally calling my name. The dress is made out of silk with black detailing towards the bottom. It's truly perfect. I noticed that mama is looking around and commenting to herself stuff like "haram" and "shoo hatha" to the clothes she finds inappropriate. I giggle at the sight, it seriously is hilarious. Finally I decided to go interrupt her search and called her over to where the red dress is. "Mama look at how pretty this dress is!" I exclaim as I point towards it.  

"That's too bright!" Mama squints her eyes as if she's looking at the sun and shakes her head in disapproval. My smile fades away and disappointment fills in. 

"But mama I really.." "I said no that's my final answer!" She cuts me off. 

As I slowly walk away from the piece of cloth from heaven , I vow that I will get that dress someday. It's meant for me. Who knew vowing isn't just to marriage, it's to clothes in my case.

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