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Those of you who don't know the stories we grew up with ,like Beauty and the Beast, my story It looks a bit like it but is beautiful and blind .
She smiled and then she continued talking
My name is Jamila, an Arab girl, gentle, sensitive, and shy. We came to Mexico to escape civil war and poverty.
As a girl, I dream of living a life full of joy and happiness, and when I sleep I have seen my future husband , who is tall, has a strong personality, and everyone respects him.
One time I have a dream that I marry , all were happy , I was close to see my husband face , in this moment my younger sister woke me up ,
Maya , nisrin why you came now in the most important time  Hmmm
Maya nisrin : tell us what had you dream , you were laughing,
Jamila: no, I will not say it to you
My mother call us : jamila, nisrin, maya come to eat breakfast, jamila fast this is your first day at work, don't be late.
Jamila: I eat breakfast with my family and kissed my younger sisters, be quit , don't move much and let's mother to have a rest, she is sick let her sleep a bit
they replied ok we will
Jamila: I don't know why I don't believe you both
They laugh
Bye , bye
nisrin: wait, wait , can you bring with you chocolate
Maya : for me too
Mother: let's your sister, this her first day,
Jamila: Mama , let's them , they can ask what they want .

My eyes welled up with tears, and mothers eye also
Ok I will be late see you later

Jamila: I worked in this store for a week as a cleaner, but I couldn't bear it anymore, he used to keep me busy almost for free, because he knows my social and economic status, it is true that I am poor and I'm the only one who support my family, but this does not mean that I will submit to him and do all the jobs, I am supposed to work as a cleaner no more, but I clean, pack and carry cans and sell for the same salary. I return home as if I had carried mountains on my shoulders.
This is the last day , I came back home and said ,mom I stoped, I will no more go there ,
Mom: do what s good for you
Maya and nisrin: but who will bring sweet to us then
Jamila: I was said but they make me laughing

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