One extremist's act of violence ended the lives of many. But even in the event of her death, one little girl's wish for adventure and companionship may still be granted.
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One Thousand and One Nights
Author's Note: I will confess that "sucked-into-video-game" styled stories have always been a guilty pleasure of mine. My only complaint is that they always tend to follow the same formula. With that in mind, I am going to try and switch things up a bit with this story. I hope you enjoy it, and regardless of the feedback being good or bad, I would love to hear your thoughts.
By the time you are nine-years-old, you are already considered a woman. In my mother's country, you could already be married off at that age. You could live in a house with your husband's family, you could bare children, and you can consumate your marriage even before you are of a mature age. Alas, I am not nine, I am not married, and in many respects, I'm not yet a woman. At least, I've never felt that way.
To be perfectly honest, I've always felt like a child. My family may have disciplined me into being quiet and intelligent, to pray five times a day to Allah, to read the Qur'an and wear the hijab, and always to get good grades, but I've always felt this longing for adventure. They wanted me to grow up quickly so I would have a future that was every bit as special and important as the ones promised to other American children. But during my studies, my mind would always wander to imaginary worlds of castles, dragons, fairies, and of knights and princesses that banded together to save the day.
And that feeling would build in my chest: warm and comforting, so light that it can almost lift you off your feet, whispering