The Afghan Girl

Where I am Now

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It's crazy to think that was about twenty years ago. Now I have lived in San Jose for about fifteen years; thus, I have learned the slang phrases people often use as well as Spanish. I find people's reaction to me cussing pretty funny because they think I am so innocent when in reality I will cut a bitch if I have to. Ok not really but my brother has taught me a little bit of boxing so don't underestimate me too much. For example, when I was in fifth grade my sister and I had to ride the bus to school and it was normal until it was not. We were in line and this girl had left her backpack  in her place; thus, I just moved it and out of no where she decided to hit me or whatever so I was doing my best to just dodge her but she wanted to pull hair. Eventually this "fight" ended in disaster and I left only to take a breath; however, when I came back this bitch was pulling my  sister's hair and I had enough of this girl for one day so I decided to karate chop her hand right in the middle of where she was pulling my sister so she could let go. she finally did but acted like she was all that until I told her that she was a pussy cause all she did was pull hair and her reaction was priceless because it was the first time she heard me curse. Suffice to say that when my brother told my sister and I that we were going to learn to learn to box a couple of months later we were excited. I, of course, had to put it in practice so when this boy in my sixth grade class made fun of my dad I knew it was the perfect time. It's funny because I just wanted to practice my boxing skills and was not even really mad at him; as a result, I actually learned to be patient with immature people. This was a time when I just wanted to fit in; although, I knew I was never going to because my spiritual side was stronger. It took me a while to recognize that it was me being religious that made me stand out. Before I was really religious I use to steal, I was living in the hood what did you expect, I was never really good at it anyway. My teacher or somebody would always catch me somehow; thus, I decided it was not worth it. My brother of course was the one to help me become more religious I think it's ironic because he was way worse off as in he did drugs and drank but only a little, at least that's what he told me, but I'm glad he was around. He helped me become a better person because of how much he inspired me by the way he changed when he discovered Islam.

Hope u liked it
-S