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jaime: *locks eyes with bran*
bran:
Tears fill my eyes as I read the words on my screen. The world seems to stop spinning for the slightest second as I re-read the anonymous message over and over again, gripping on to the hope that the words will magically disappear. But they didn’t. Anon had done it; they’d figured out that the only way to make me take off my hijab was to call my hair ugly. My one weakness.
A tear streams down my left cheek.
Eight years of academy hijab training…wasted. I had to prove this extremely relevant and good-looking anonymous person wrong, I cared too much about what they thought. How could I live my life knowing that there is one person out there who thinks probably my hair is ugly maybe? How could I look myself in the mirror? How could I face my family? My shoulders shook as I cried silently, and my chair squeaked ever so slightly at the vibrations; as if it, too, was crying in sorrow.
It wasn’t until that moment that the second part of the message dawned on me… how would I prove them wrong without breaking the rules? Was it really against the rules? I reach into my hijab and pull out a scroll. At the very top, in cursive jet-black inked letters, the word ‘Rules’ stares back at me. My heart is racing as my eyes frantically read the scroll.
‘Rule #1: no killing people,’ it reads. I let out a whimper. There go my evening plans.
Suddenly, my eye catches the next words. The scroll is rustling in my trembling hands as I turn my face away, tears spraying out of my eyes like the spit of a white person as they try to justify racism. The cursive words felt more like a curse of words, vivid and refusing to disappear as if I were still staring at them even through my closed eyes.
Rule #2: don’t show ur hair girl it’s ugly lmaooooo
i don’t think you guys understand how much I think about this vid
person: caffeine raises ur anxiety levels
me: *hands shaking, heart pounding* okay, that sounds fake but... okay
no offense but I’ve never gotten over anything that’s happened to me in my life
2018 is the year of recovering from the past 5 years in every possible way
we all have that one person who just ruins your day by being alive
for me its myself
me: *starts screaming*
somebody: whoa there buddy whats that all about?
me: sorry i just remembered my whole entire life
Being a female sergeant is difficult. I have to work twice as hard to gain my officers’ respect, and looking at girly dresses isn’t going to help. Plus, it’s a new job, and I need to make it a priority.
It’s wild but, it’s no coincidence that life gets harder for you when you’re doing the right thing. Keep going.
is anyone else just going through life like “yeah i just gotta get past this last difficult week and then it’s smooth sailing from there!” but like… every week
I love Halsey so much
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