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Dalal Khalid · 2012- 10- 10

“I want to be a princess” said the 8 years old girl on the white dress. The little girl was defiantly a dreamer. She couldn’t understand the fact that she can’t be a princess when her mother told her so, Dalal, the young girl felt sadness and maybe a little bit of madness. “Why can’t I be a princess if that was what I want?” thought Dalal.
She looked on the mirror she was able to see a curly hair with a tanned skin color, her Arabian roots was shown. She thought “maybe it’s because I don’t have a white skin color like snow-white or a blonde hair like Cinderella”. Dalal wasn’t that normal little girl, she used to ask too much about everything and she used to think too much that she almost missed her childhood, but even though she calculated facts and moves about everything around her, Dalal was mad that she couldn’t expect and know for sure the future and the unknown was getting her frustrated.
Dalal turned around to find her mother looking out on the window, she ran over to her lap. Sat down and asked her “mum, am I beautiful?” Her mother laughed, hugged her and told her “yes Dalal you are” with a tender smile drown on her face. “But I am not blonde like Cinderella or white skinned like snow white” said the girl with shaking lips. Her mom looked straight at her eyes and said “beauty is what your eyes believe it is. The eyes tell the truth that your heart feel” “I don’t understand mom” said Dalal. “It means that you’re beautiful to me because my eyes know the truth of your heart and I love you.it doesn’t matter if you were black or white, tall or short, because no matter what… I will always love you, you are my very beautiful daughter” Dalal smiled and went to play with her doll, she knew she looked nothing like that beautiful doll but she also knew that her mother loved her more than anything in the whole wide world and that was more than enough in that moment, because it was all what she wanted.

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From my book *Dalal*
a short flash back from her childhood

2012- 10- 10	#7
Dalal Khalid أكـاديـمـي فـعّـال الملف الشخصي: رقم العضوية : 124135 تاريخ التسجيل: Sun Oct 2012 المشاركات: 398 الـجنــس : أنـثـى عدد الـنقـاط : 50 مؤشر المستوى: 58 بيانات الطالب: الكلية: كلية العلوم الدراسة: انتظام التخصص: Chemistry المستوى: المستوى الثاني	رد: I've wrote it and you're reading it <3 ~ “I want to be a princess” said the 8 years old girl on the white dress. The little girl was defiantly a dreamer. She couldn’t understand the fact that she can’t be a princess when her mother told her so, Dalal, the young girl felt sadness and maybe a little bit of madness. “Why can’t I be a princess if that was what I want?” thought Dalal. She looked on the mirror she was able to see a curly hair with a tanned skin color, her Arabian roots was shown. She thought “maybe it’s because I don’t have a white skin color like snow-white or a blonde hair like Cinderella”. Dalal wasn’t that normal little girl, she used to ask too much about everything and she used to think too much that she almost missed her childhood, but even though she calculated facts and moves about everything around her, Dalal was mad that she couldn’t expect and know for sure the future and the unknown was getting her frustrated. Dalal turned around to find her mother looking out on the window, she ran over to her lap. Sat down and asked her “mum, am I beautiful?” Her mother laughed, hugged her and told her “yes Dalal you are” with a tender smile drown on her face. “But I am not blonde like Cinderella or white skinned like snow white” said the girl with shaking lips. Her mom looked straight at her eyes and said “beauty is what your eyes believe it is. The eyes tell the truth that your heart feel” “I don’t understand mom” said Dalal. “It means that you’re beautiful to me because my eyes know the truth of your heart and I love you.it doesn’t matter if you were black or white, tall or short, because no matter what… I will always love you, you are my very beautiful daughter” Dalal smiled and went to play with her doll, she knew she looked nothing like that beautiful doll but she also knew that her mother loved her more than anything in the whole wide world and that was more than enough in that moment, because it was all what she wanted. * From my book Dalal a short flash back from her childhood
	التعديل الأخير تم بواسطة Dalal Khalid ; 2012- 10- 10 الساعة 07:28 PM