My family and I quickly moved to Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, where I spent most of my childhood, growing up with 8 tough, religious brothers; who would always physically enforce their problems and opinions on me, and an amazing younger sister. My mother was a kind, open hearted person, and my father, a super strict person, with a PHD in law. My father forced me into law school, because he wanted me to work alongside him, in his attorney office. I would often visit my grandfather in my spare time. He truly was a great man, who obtained a PHD in law, and a PHD in Islamic Studies. He was a well known islamic Scholar, cherished by many. But soon, he miserably passed away,” she said in a mournful, longing voice. “My grandmother too was a wonderful person, but she died a tragic death. One fateful day, she went down to the market to buy groceries to cook a meal for her sick grandson. On her way back, as she was waiting to cross the road, a bus hit her, causing her clothing to get caught near the tire, and dragged her for a drastic eight meters of extreme brutal pain. She was soon taken to the hospital, where she stayed in a coma, till her death.” My mother now paused, on the verge of crying tragic tears. “Before graduating from high school, I started feeling like I was ”Coming Of Age”, due to the fact that I held the
My family and I quickly moved to Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, where I spent most of my childhood, growing up with 8 tough, religious brothers; who would always physically enforce their problems and opinions on me, and an amazing younger sister. My mother was a kind, open hearted person, and my father, a super strict person, with a PHD in law. My father forced me into law school, because he wanted me to work alongside him, in his attorney office. I would often visit my grandfather in my spare time. He truly was a great man, who obtained a PHD in law, and a PHD in Islamic Studies. He was a well known islamic Scholar, cherished by many. But soon, he miserably passed away,” she said in a mournful, longing voice. “My grandmother too was a wonderful person, but she died a tragic death. One fateful day, she went down to the market to buy groceries to cook a meal for her sick grandson. On her way back, as she was waiting to cross the road, a bus hit her, causing her clothing to get caught near the tire, and dragged her for a drastic eight meters of extreme brutal pain. She was soon taken to the hospital, where she stayed in a coma, till her death.” My mother now paused, on the verge of crying tragic tears. “Before graduating from high school, I started feeling like I was ”Coming Of Age”, due to the fact that I held the