A Middle Eastern girl must dress as a boy in order to attend school
|My Name Is Salma
Everything about me is a lie. My name is Salma, but everyone knows me as Ahmed. Each morning when I wake up for school I don’t dress in the traditional sari as most girls do, rather I dress like a boy. I put on brown pants, a white linen shirt, sandals and a hat. I do this so I can go to school. In my country, girls are not allowed to go to school. My passion is reading and writing. I hope to one day be a journalist so I can tell the world what it’s like to be a female in my country.
As I walk to school, with my book bag slung over my shoulder, I wear a hat that I pull down to shade my eyes so others do not notice my long eye lashes. My hair is cut short so I look like a boy. I don’t mind having to play this charade because it’s the only way I can achieve my dream.
I prefer to walk to school alone, so as to protect my identity, but recently a boy named Faddey has joined me on my three mile walk. He’s quiet, but I have to admit I enjoy the company and it’s safer to walk the streets with someone else.
Yesterday, on our way to school, there was an air raid and we took cover in a nearby store front that provided overhead protection. As the missiles continued to fall, Faddey and I instinctively held onto one another. I noticed his body felt strong and muscular. Did he notice that my body felt soft and more feminine than his? He looked at me with questioning eyes. He started to say something, but then he stopped. I hope he can keep my secret.
Prompt: book, hair, eyes