Every summer at my Mosque, our community comes together for a contest. Every age group has an opportunity to shine, well at least that's what they say. My age group is the most competitive and every year the same people win, at times it becomes really annoying.
I was sitting at the award ceremony for the yearly contest I signed up for. I heard each group being called out and when they said groups C
(my age group), my heart started to pace, my palms got red and sweaty. Then suddenly time stopped. My eyes darted around the crowded room and I saw everyone applauding and looking at me. My heart rate rose, and I thought my heart might explode, and then it came to me the thought that I had done it, I finally wanted award against the most competitive kids. Time releases and I heard a name. It echoed in my brain and haunts me. When I came to my senses I heard it once more echo in my brain until I could function. "ZAHRA for first place". The crowd went wild. I swallowed hard, they weren't clapping for me, they weren't even looking at me, they were looking at the all time champion who has one for 4 years in a row, my best friend. I slumped down in my chair, embarrassment ran through my veins.
Every year I end up in the same position. Knowing this is who I am and I just have to annoy what they say about me.
