ENC 1101 TR 3:30p – 4:35p
February 26, 2013
Once Upon a Time
Being twenty years old, I’ve had my share of boyfriends over the years. Cried over the ones I thought I loved, trust issues that drove men away, and had my confidence stomped down to the ground. I had given up on love and wondered why it is that women feel that men are a necessity. I loved the feeling of being alone but not lonely, when most girls would be weak I was strong. Organizing my life in every aspect and realizing what is important for me and my future, including saving money and trying harder in school. Raising my little sister, Angela, far from the mistakes I experienced and making sure she succeeds in school and life without the distraction of boys and “love.” When love was furthermost unexpected, I met the most loving, supportive, and spiritual man that I will soon choose to spend the rest of my life with.
What is love? How do you know when it is real? Are they “the one?” I contemplated these questions every minute I spent talking to Amir. Amir Sedrak is a nineteen year old man that lived in Staten Island, New York. He was born and raised in Alexandria, Egypt and moved to New York when he was four. Amir and I were raised in the same type of household with strict Egyptian parents that only knew religion and morals. When I met Amir, love was the furthest thing from my mind after being hurt consistently. The doubts played in my head like a record, he was patient to prove that he was not like every guy because he wasn’t. Amir was a gentleman; everything a man should be and more. I had a damaged heart with a side of low self – esteem that couldn’t be shaken, the distance between us didn’t exactly help the situation either. Angela would notice my smitten smile, she would question my feelings and now I can explain to her what love really is, most likely when my cheeks don’t hurt anymore from smiling. Amir and I had hope and faith because like the movies...