The Girl in Hijab
It’s the dawn of a new semester, I had just completed my interdepartmental transfer from Commerce to Mass Communication “University of South Australia”, I had a bunch of cool cats as friends; must of us in the group belong to different race or ethnic group.
I remember spotting her for the first time when i walked into the lecture room. I didn’t really give much consideration into who she is, I just saw her sitting next to a an Indian course mate i sat with, whom i initially thought she was down with, but then they were just close friends. The we got down to the business of introduction during the breaks in class.
I do remember staring so much into her eyes during lunch hour and i can’t particular point out what attracted me to her. But One thing I can say is sure she has a very awesome aura which made me grew fond of her as time went by, meanwhile I was in a sinking relationship with a psycho, so that just made things worse for my relationship and made it easier for us to get closer.
Initially I thought she’d be a racist, but then I found out her favourite artist was Tupac and she can rap some of his lyrics... Let’s just say she was a liberal in a pious and conservative world.
Nevertheless, I Loved her anyways. Her Smile, Her Eyes... Her Petite Stature everything about her was amazing. Yeah she got a set of perfect dentition. I got to find out that 6 out of 10 in the ethnic group she belongs to (”Malay”) has dentition deficiency and she happens to be the first I’ve seen with a perfect dentition.
Through out my time, in school she wasn’t only my girl, but everyday my pocket-sized companion. My day wasn’t fulfilled if she wasn’t in it. We rocked from classroom to the cafeteria to the mall and everywhere, with our group of friends.
We were the cool cats.
Miow.
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The Truth which became the reality was the Lie I kept telling myself till date.