SOPHIA
I’m generally a curious person. Not as in the ‘OH MY GOD I’M GOING TO PUT MY LIFE IN DANGER JUST BECAUSE I’M MENTALLY DERANGED’. But more of a ‘Huh, I’ve always wondered how that works’.
So, yes, experiencing how a Pakistani University is, makes me excited.
Once we reach the university, Abdallah asks if I want to attend his class. I tell him no, I’ll be fine on my own. He tells me that he’ll be free by 5 and to call him if there’s anything I need.
I shoot him a glare and stomp away. What is his problem? I can take care of myself just fine. For God’s sake, it’s my life!
I recite a mantra in my head. Calm down. Calm down. Calm down.
Why do I always overreact? I swear it’s like I was made for another planet.
Everywhere I walk by, I hear people cursing, see them smoking . . . Y
