SOPHIA
I dress up in something totally not my style but apparently the clothes you wear for the few days after marriage need to be really fancy.
I look down at myself just as Abdallah bursts in through the door. Without even glancing my way, he plops himself onto the bed. I watch in fascination as rests his forearms on his closed eyes; making the muscles of his biceps flex.
I still can’t believe that I wasn’t able to land even a single punch at him. Not only is the man huge, he’s also too strong. I worry my bottom lip; what if he does something? I will be completely defenseless against him.
I can’t believe that I put in so much effort all these years and here I am again; stuck at level one.
I tell myself to stop worrying; stress isn’t going to get me anywhere. I’ll figure something
