They told me I was a huge pessimist.
"Have a little hope, Dahlia" they'd say.
"Life isn't a hellhole dahlia, not unless you think of it to be one," my best friend used to lecture.
Well, I wasn't a pessimist, I was just a realist. Awesome things don't happen to me, my life is as interesting as a peapod and guys don't even give me a second glance. I've got no prince in shining sunglasses and the only boy I like thinks I smell like his brother's old leather jacket (For the record, I don't.)
Doing new, amazing things were always the unattainable to me, not because I can't but because of the society I live in and the culture I was born with. For someone like me, having a romantic love story with my dream guy was beyond the bounds of possibility. Or so I thought.
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Beyond the Bounds of Possibility
SpiritualI didn't know it was possible, didn't know it'd happen, didn't know I would fall for him. But then again, I didn't know most things about life until Allah showed me that anything is possible for Him, even ones we think are beyond the bounds of possi...
