Walking in the middle of nowhere is all I can do out here. Nothing exciting ever happens in Arabia. Especially if you’re normal like me. On top of that, no one respects women! I don’t even know why I live here with my father! Anyway, I somewhat do like walking around in the sand bare feet, wearing my blue skirt and my half tee-shirt that my aunt in Canada, Alberta shipped me. It gives me a sense of freedom from the law and my black Abaya. My feet sink deeper into the sand when I stand tall and proud with the warmth of the wind pushing me lightly. My hair and my clothes blowing like waves on an ocean. Everything is quiet and peaceful, just the way I always wanted it to be. Suddenly my hand starts rising in front of me like someone is lifting it. Than it turns into a tight fist. Unexpectedly a large wave of sand comes toward me. I try to run away but my feet are glued to the ground, sinking me into the sand! The first thing I do is panic and struggle. This couldn't be quick sand. And it’s in the middle of nowhere! II taunt myself. I’m down to my waist and the sand wave is right above me, SLAM! I’m in blackness.
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