AGENT QUEEN

You are in a crowded atmosphere. There are people everywhere that talk and laugh at each others unfonny jokes. Manners. They do say giving big fakish smiles to each other.

I feel an arm around my shoulder.It is an auntie. My friend is near me looking with big blue eyes at her.

She smiles.At my friend.

„Oh look how beautiful you are!“

Then she takes a look at me and smiles awkwardly.Almost like she was holding something back.

At this moment the dinner was over for me. My face could not hold my emotions back.

I was ready to go home and give myself a crying session.

I should not have come here.I thought to myself as I was opening my Iftar silently.

No doubt.

She is pretty.

But so am I.

Or maybe not?

I really wanted to know if somebody would ever show interest in me?

Stare in my way?

Maybe my naseeb is not in this temporal dunyah.

But a part of me was hurting a lot, when I looked in the mirror.

The older I get the more it gets about beauty…

But aren’t all creations of Allah beautiful?

I whispered to myself writing this page in a crowded dining salon…

Confidence needs years to be built.But it can be taken away with one word or one stare.

AGENT QUEEN