Aslam Alaikum Wa Rahmatullah.

|To all the girls that think they aren't good enough, slap yourself in the mirror before I do it to your beautiful face. You are who you are, and you should be grateful that someone like you had been born into this unfortunate world. Every person has a reason for existing.|

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'Descending into the aspects of life, in society, there's always a place where people judge you by your looks, behavioral defects, and appearances.

People are scary. Very indecisive beings, they are. Judge how subtle or aggressive you are, whether your report cards show exceptional efforts or depressingly low grades, if you'll be successful, work in a dead-end job, or unfortunately unemployed.'

Janan thought as she walked down the hallways of her school. Her skirt fluttering as she passed numerous gossiping students loitering around. She never really cared about such thoughts, but it disturbed her on how girls tried so hard to be pretty and fabulous when they should have thanked Allah for what he had given them. No offense, but plastic surgery's a bitch.

Janan was thankful for many things such as; Her family, her friends, and her very being. Oh, let's not forget her precious historical fiction novels dusting on her shelf at home.

She loved her dark complexion that people didn't have much interest in. She loved the naturally nude lips that were always softened by her lip balm, gloss or the god-sent; Vaseline. She loved her long, silky and black hair that cascaded down to her mid-back. On which she worked so hard, routine after routine, to grow out. And so on.

She cheerfully greeted her friends along the way until she heard bustling in the distance ahead. She picked up her pace as she recognized it was coming from her classroom. An enormous crowd surrounded by what she could be sure was a table with a girl occupying it with her hands covering her face, shoulders slightly shaking.

Janan never knew that a storm was coming this new year she was walking into. Fate never really warned you for such things.

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All characters, incidents and ideas are all the work of the author's creativity. Any relations is purely coincidental.