Hamda - 1

Hamda. She was an only child, whose parents died in a tragic car accident when she was only about seven years old. Hamda was put in an orphanage where she met a boy, Mohammed, who was around the same age as her. Those two got close over the years, pretty close actually. and by the time she was about twelve..

Helper: Yalla hamda get your stuff, its time for you to leave us *she said with a soft smile*
Hamda: *shocked* someone adopted me ?
Helper: Yes dear, they're waiting for you downstairs

Mohammed was near by listeing to what the helper said, he waited for her to leave the room so he could speak to Hamda..

Mohammed: *with teary eyes* you're leaving?
Hamda: unfortunately 7moodi * she explained as tear escaped her eyes*
Mohammed: 7amdo latsereen, tmi wyay
Hamda: *crying* i wish i had a choice 7moodi

They hugged for which seemed like ages, they were both devestaded, loosing your bestfriend isnt a simple thing, she lost her happiness but still had hope that they might meet again one day.

Hamda was adopted by two abusive parents, Fatma and Khaled. From the moment her parents died depression took over her, apart from when she met her bestfriend Mohammed, she had a bit of happiness given to her which is now taken away from her again. In order to comfort herself she would eat until that led to obeisity. Hamda was bullied, tortured amdabused by her adoptive parents, her two step-sisters, Noora and Reem, and by the students at her school.


Noora and Reem were the typical high school teenagers, skinny, tall, phony looking brunettes. Meanwhile she was short, insecure and unfit, no one would ever know or think about how she felt or what she has been through because she would keep everything to herself and walk around with a fake smile. Her step-sisters were ashamed to even know her. They kept on making fun of her weight and body image. "Fat ass" yelled Reem, Hamda completely ignored her, she walked right passed her like there was no one there, it was as if she had gotton use to being treated badly and unfairly.

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To be continued...
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- Z