1. ғᴜʟʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇ   
-asma iness férid

2. ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ    
-sam, ness

3. ᴀɢᴇ 
-21

4. ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ    
-female

5. sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ    
-lesbian (closeted)

6. ғᴀᴄᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍ    
-

7. ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ   
-5'7

 8. ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏs ᴀɴᴅ ᴘɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢs
-she has one tattoo under her right breast that her family does not know about.   

9. sᴄᴀʀs  
-a long scar on her inner thigh of her left leg from falling down a tree while trying to save reach a kite stuck in its branches. She's really insecure about it and doesn't like anyone pointing it out.

10. ʟɪᴋᴇs  
-early mornings, summer, wearing skirts and heels, diamonds, freckles, soft hands, partying, music, watching people play guitar, sneaking out, wind-chimes, responsible drinking, playing board games, swimming, running, yoga, painting, dogs, her older brother, kids, rain, lollipops.

11. ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs   
-sleeping in, chocolates, noise in the morning, candles, celebrating her birthday, singing, watermelon, bubblegum, smoking, her mother, fish both for food and pet, sunsets, all cakes except for ice-cream cake, carrying a bag, leather outfits.

12. ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs  
-reserve, finds it hard to express her emotions, sometimes indifferent to others' emotions since she can't process her own emotions well either, liar (sometimes), manipulative for her own gain (half the time) 

13. sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs   
--decisive, straightforward, persuasive, helpful, focused, caring.

14. ʙᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ

(trigger warning : suicide)

Born in a traditional Indian-Muslim family, Asma grew up in a overly protected and conservative atmosphere for the first ten years of her life. She was born in the valley of Kashmir, the paradise on earth. Her father Rashid is an Indian army officer and her mother, nadira used to teach in an elementary school when they lived in Kashmir for the first five years of Asma's life. They moved to the United States of America the year she turned six due to an agreement between India and US military to share their resources while working for UNICEF. Her father was transferred to the same team and they had to leave India. Asma has a three years older brother, hussain and a two years younger sister, aysun. Growing up, she had always been closer to both her siblings. Her mother took up the same job of an elementary teacher in the US as well and their father was never home due to the nature of his job. It was hussain's job to take care of his little sisters. He was only three years older but mature beyond his years. At the age of ten, he was responsible for walking them to school and then back home. They had a nanny, Tahira who took care of them twenty four hours of the day, which was why Asma started looking up to her for his mother figure rather than her own mother. Tahira was a strong black woman, in her early thirties. She was kind, smart and straightforward. The traits Asma inherited from the woman rather than her parents. She often fought with her mother for her absence from their lives and Tahira was always the one calming down Asma. Nadira saw Tahira as a threat and got rid of her when Asma turned fifteen. It affected Asma deeply and she grew a hatred against her mother, seeing her as the person who ripped Tahira out of her life. Her siblings were just as affected but hussain took care of aysun well. She was younger and not as close to Tahira either. Asma had always been the odd kid in her school. She had the language barrier for the first six months of school. She couldn't speak English at all and it cost her heavily. She couldn't make any friends and she was forced to stay alone. Tahira had helped her learn the language and slowly she opened up to her peers.

She was an extrovert for a period of time, sneaking out to roam around and party with her friends or causing troubles with her elaborate pranks. She had no solid guidance in her life and she didn't listen to her mother at all. The only person she ever bothered to listen to was hussain but he was a kid himself and often a part of asma's grand mischiefs just because he wanted to keep her out of trouble. Her mother didn't approve of her way of living for many reasons and one of them was their religion. One day Nadira caught asma kissing a girl in the middle of the street and it was the last straw. She thought asma was completely immersed in the western culture and she had forgotten her roots so the woman pulled her out of the school the very next day and locked her in the house until she saw her fit to be joining the society again. Hussain protested against what nadira was doing with asma and even went to the lengths to call the cops on his mother but it didn't work out as he had hoped. The cops did little to nothing when there was a call from their father and hussain had to bear his mother's wrath later for calling the cops. When Asma was sixteen years old, she had to move back to Kashmir with her family because of her grandparents death. They were old and happened to pass away at the same time due to a gas leak. Rashid took an extended leave from his military duty and decided to sort things in India for his family before he'd have gotten back to the US. Over time, Asma became a quiet child and tended to isolate herself from her surroundings. By the time she moved back to the US, she was eighteen and a quiet person, to the point she could have been taken for a dumb person.

She was exploring her sexuality but it was hard for her thanks to her family background and religion. Being lesbian was not a thing in their religion and she'd have been called an abomination, outcasted forever by her own family so she kept it to herself, forcing herself to date guys and never talking about her real feelings with anyone. Her brother, hussain always wanted to be an artist growing up but his dreams were crushed by their parents when they forced him into med school. He didn't want to become a doctor. All he wanted was to build a career in photography and write a book about it but all he got was thick books to study and countless exams to pass for his medical degree. He was twenty-two years old when he attempted suicide by hanging himself down a tree branch in their backyard when he didn't see any escape. Asma found him just in time he slipped off the stool that was supporting his toes. Today, she remembers screaming and running off to her brother crying as he suffered in the air, holding the loop around his neck like a fish out of water. She wrapped her arms around his legs and held him up. She was screaming for help and by the time Nadira and Aysun ran out to the backyard, the branch broke and hussain fell down on the ground on asma. He survived but sustained a head injury that caused him memory loss for the past few years of his life and he developed age regression. His mind reverted back to being as grown as a ten year old. The doctors said it was his defense mechanism to fight the trauma he had been put through and in time, he'd be himself. All of that completely flipped Asma's life. She was studying to become a doctor herself but she changed her major to arts, deciding to become what she always wanted to become instead, something hussain always encouraged her to do. She wanted to be a painter and she had to do it for her brother. Nadira didn't change much but after what happened with hussain, she toned down a bit and has been devoting all her time to her only son, hoping he'd get back to his usual self one day and she'd be able to tell him that he can become whatever he wants to become in his life.

15. ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ  
-asma is open-minded, observant and someone who feels everything more than people around her. Her mind is overflowing with energy that is mostly positive and she loves to share the same energy with the people around her. When in a room, she's the type to laugh and talk, make silly jokes and everyone around her just has a good time without any complaints. She got no handle on her actions or her mouth. She is very straightforward, to the point that she might come off as rude and mannerless to someone who doesn't have the pleasure to know her more personally. Ever since she was a kid, she was the one who felt every emotion more than she should have. She was the kind of kid who got sad too easily, cried too easily but she didn't stay in that sorrowness for long either. She was quick to forgive her grief or in other words, she was processing her emotions too fast for the people around her to understand. They didn't understand her mood, which changed every hour so they called her a little out of it, the weird kid, someone who was born backwards. As she grew, she got a better handle on her emotions, or rather she learned to suppress them so she'd fit into the norms of the world around her. She learned to express herself differently, taking her art as a medium to say what she couldn't scream or laugh about for hours. Once she changed her ways, she fitted into her society like a glove and her personality changed from the wild, weird kid on the block to sophisticated, poised girl belonging to a reputed Muslim family.

She started talking less and observing more and she found the beauty in silence, not the deafening silence but rather the one where she could sit by herself for hours and listen to the same calming tune on a loop or just listen to the sound of air brushing past her favourite wind chime. She is a caring individual who can be persuaded to do almost anything if someone who she cares about is involved but she only cares about a handful of people. She can count them on the tips of her fingers…of one hand only. She doesn't get involved in other people's business and rather keeps to herself. That being said, she is still friendly and likes to meet and befriend new people. She doesn't shy away from a social situation when she's in a crowd. She likes to surround herself with people but when she is alone, she often feels exhausted because of that. She needs to step out of the spotlight at times to recharge herself. She uses the time to explore outside by herself, away from people, camping or climbing or she'd just stay in bed and not feel like moving for hours, often skipping studies and meals. She has to mentally prepare herself for going out with people or simply by herself. She has the great ability to stay in the moment and focus. She's goal oriented and likes to have a plan for everything in her life. Once she sets a goal for herself, she works tirelessly to achieve it and it is impossible to move her off the path she has set for herself. She changes a little during the course of a day, everyday. She wakes and she's one person, and when she goes to sleep she knows for certain she's somebody else. Life is an ever learning process for her. However she tends to become tremendously unfocused and disoriented when there's something on her mind bothering her. She cannot go through her simple every day in those cases. She'd be zoning out, not pay attention to what is being said or simply forget why she entered a room.

She is a true artist, but not necessarily in the typical sense where she's out painting happy little trees. She has been suppressing her emotions for almost a decade now and it has led her to often find herself at a loss of words and she finds the comfort of expressing herself through her art. She'd often gift her paintings to people who she cares about or has something to say to them, letting them decode the mystery of it in their own sense. She likes to stay true to her inner self and would never pretend to be someone who she isn't. She hates people who change themselves just to fit in which is saying something given she changed her whole personality and moulded herself into a very different person as she grew up. She might be a bit of a hypocrite in that sense. Often enough though, she is perfectly capable of speaking her mind when it comes to talking about something different than her own emotions. She is opinionated. She has her own way of seeing things and because she's somewhat stubborn, which means it is almost impossible to change her mind. She hates being wrong and whenever she's wrong in a situation, she tends to withdraw entirely and pretend that never happened. She is a rebel though she doesn't like to hurt her parents so she'd never want to be found out for her actions that are a crime in their eyes. When away from them, she has no problem being herself in front of the world, she enjoys upsetting traditional expectations with experiments in beauty and behaviour – she lives by the phrase “Don’t box me in!” and slowly changing into a person who chooses to remain her true self even in front of her parents even if she's not all out. She's still figuring herself out in many ways and expressing herself in front of her narrow-minded parents is one of them.

She likes to listen to people talk and know all about them. She believes everyone can use a good listener. She doesn't like to talk about herself much though. She takes joy in reinterpreting her culture, reinventing and experimenting with both herself and new perspectives of the people around her. She's spontaneous and does what she wants. It isn't always easy to keep up with her when she's having fun.
Despite all this, she's sometimes and a bit of an introvert, when she chooses to be. Just because she is alone though, doesn’t mean she uses it to sulk and dwell on the past but she does think about her future. She has a plan for the next fifty years of her life and she's trying to live by it currently. Though, she did not plan her futures in terms of assets and retirement. Rather, she planned actions and behaviours as contributions to a sense of identity, building a portfolio of experiences, not stocks. She is not a materialistic person and rather finds happiness in emotions and sentiments not fancy and extravagant purchases. She lives to find ways to push her passions. She has a certain irresistible charm that draws people in. She's a risk taker when it comes to the game of life. She always knows just the compliment to soften a heart that’s getting ready to call their risks irresponsible or reckless. However, if a criticism does get through, it can end poorly. Some people can handle kindly phrased commentary, valuing it as another perspective to help push their passions in new directions. But she's not one of them, if the comments are more biting and less mature, she can lose her temper in spectacular fashion.

Her temper is her worst enemy. She loses complete control of her actions and her words if something has triggered her anger. Though she has never hurt anyone in her life so far when angry, her words have done the worst which is the reason that the relationship between her and her mother remains weak to this day. She tends to throw stuff around or pull her hair whenever she's angry and other times she finds a corner to crouch down with her head buried in her thighs and eyes tightly shut to calm herself so she'd not take it out on things or herself. She is sensitive to others’ feelings and values harmony regardless of the chaos that she can be at times. When faced with criticism, it can be a challenge for her to step away from the moment long enough to not get caught up in the heat of the moment. But living in the moment goes both ways, and once the heightened emotions of an argument cool, she can usually call the past the past and move on as though it never occurred. She thinks that is one of her best qualities and how she has been able to coexist with her parents for the past ten years of her life. She's usually a kind and loving person who believes in helping those in need but she can be self-centred when it's something that concerns her gain, acting with selfishness, manipulation and egoism. It’s important for her to remember to actively become the person she wants to be and not remain who she's.

16. ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ   
-rashid al férid, 45, alive
-nadira sama férid, 43, alive
-hussain saad férid, 24, alive
-aysun nur férid, 19, alive

18.ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ 

-can speak and write four languages, hindi, english
-owns a pet dog, taffy. he's two years old.

-she volunteers for an agency at a retirement community to help take care of the elderly in her spare time.
-she's allergic to eggs and dust.
-she's a foodie.

Scenario one:
(asma's age : 19, your oc's age : 25-28)

You have known asma for two years now. She was in the school's art club and your student then the school ended but since the both of you lived in the same neighborhood, you have been seeing her around even when she wasn't in school anymore. The summer was starting and she was looking for a part time job. She found one in an art class that was owned by you. It was the best way to spend the summer. She was supposed to assist you with teaching little kids art over the summer. A week into the work, you and asma started talking and got to know each other better. You knew that she wanted to pick art for her major and that her brother was currently in the hospital after his attempted suicide. However the latter was more of a news you heard going around the neighborhood and not from her. You wanted to talk to her about it but you haven't ever. You had been noticing the way she looked at you sometimes. The stare wasn't just something a student would have when they looked at their teacher. It was quite obvious that asma was interested in you but what did you feel about her? One day you two took the group of kids to the nearby park to paint by the lake. It was a beautiful summer afternoon, perfect to paint scenery. Kids lined up their canvas and sat down to paint while she was watching over them and you were watching her from some distance, sitting by a tree trunk with your own canvas and a basket of supplies and food.

Asma helped a boy pick the color for his lake before looking back at you. She was wearing a soft pink summer dress with strings tied over her shoulders instead of sleeves to hold it in place and her jet black curly hair was tied up in a high ponytail. She was shining under the bright sun, her skin kissed by it just right. She smiled at you, excusing herself from the kids and walked towards you, barefoot on the grass. She stopped right in front of you, blocking the sun. "What are you painting today?" She asked, taking your name, her hands tucked in the pockets of her dress. "I want to paint too. This is not right. I'm watching all the kids and you are enjoying it all by yourself. A glass of wine and you'd look like the perfect country mom who has sent her kids over to the grandparents in the afternoon." She joked.
You?

Scenario two:

(asma's age : 18, your oc's age : 18)

High school was your favorite. You liked what you did and you were the best at it. You were one of the popular kids at the school. The type who had heads turning whenever they moved down the halls. The kind who got everything that they wanted. You loved spending time at the school. It was like your kingdom and you were its queen. Art was one thing that you enjoyed among many other things so you joined the school's art club long ago. It was one of those days when everyone was rushing to the art club because your teacher had requested you all to do so.

You pushed open the door to find the teacher already standing in his place and all the students sitting around in comfortable chairs instead of the usual desks and chairs. The art teacher. Mr. Morales took your name with a smile, "I'm sure you can find yourself a seat?" He said, pointing over the empty beanbags.

You scanned the classroom. Asma sat in the corner by the window, wearing a pair of blue jeans and a black t-shirt with sneakers. She was looking at you but she looked away as soon as your eyes met hers. Now you two weren't really friends. Scratch that, you two had never spoken before once in the past three years but still whenever you looked at her, you found her looking at you. Well you were famous and pretty. The whole school looked at you.

While you found yourself a seat, the teacher continued speaking, "As I was saying, the school has decided to shut down the art club for good…but we have one last chance to save it. I've decided to host an art fair at the end of this month and I want you all to present your best art there. The whole school and everyone's parents will be invited. Our school's faculty will be present there to see the art pieces as well. If we can earn two thousand dollars from the art fair, the school will contribute the rest to save the art club."

The class was discussing among themselves, not feeling quite good about the whole thing.
"Can't you just give them two thousand dollars? It's not a lot." One of the students muttered and the class laughed.
"No, Ron. I cannot." Mr. Morales said with a smile, "Now, I've decided on partners to make art pieces for this fair. You can present your individual pieces as well but the pair has to present one piece to earn the extra credit they need this year." He said. Then he grabbed his phone to read aloud the partners for the project. All your friends were partnered up with someone but your name hadn't come up yet.
"Asma and…" Mr. Morales said your name finally and you looked at Asma, confused. Why her? Even if she was weird. She didn't talk to anyone and she was…weird.
"Your topic is…rain." He read it off the phone's screen and looked up at both of you. The bell rang and he stood up straight. "All of you have one month to do it. Good luck! Let's save the art club!" He clapped while the students would have moved out of the classroom. Asma was gathering her paint supplies and putting in the bag to leave as well while you?