I'm sixteen years old, sitting in the living room on the fluffy grass green couch, covered with a tide smelling navy-blue blanket, watching an episode of "I love Lucy". My Mom is in the kitchen making Tabouli and raw kibbie.

Farah Al-Stouhi

English 132

Writing piece # 3

A prophetic Stretching

I’m sixteen years old, sitting in the living room on the fluffy grass green couch, covered with a tide smelling navy-blue blanket, watching an episode of “I love Lucy”. My Mom is in the kitchen making Tabouli and raw kibbie. We were waiting for my father to come back from the airport after picking up my oldest sister Maya who was on a two weeks vacation in San Diego, California. It was the beginning of “ The Beverly Hillbillies” , when my very quiet father bombed the front door open, his face looked like” Rudolph the red nose rain deer’s” nose ; and he was as sweaty as a lady who just gave birth to triplets. Behind him saunters my sister Maya or should I say “Xenia the Warrior Princess.” My father started CNNing, the news and broadcasting how my 23 year old sister, who was supposed to be getting engaged to a guy in Dearborn came back from a two week voyage making a stiff and firm decision about marrying my uncle’s thirty-three year old friend Sean. My mom looked like she is being electrically shocked, she started criticizing her. There was yelling, there was screaming; you name it we had it. The scene looked like an episode of “cops,” I got of my luke warm couch, to go to the kitchen. I grabbed a yellow plate and I put some tabouli in it, I tasted a spoonful which was very lemony. After that, I grabbed a Evian bottled water from the fridge, then I went to my room to turn on my Panasonic radio and I tuned it to 100.3 FM WNIC, so I could listen to Allen Aldmen doing “pillow talk.”

My Father is an aloof; my mother was an interrogator who over the years has stretched into a poor me. As for me after thinking about it and discussing it with my English 132 class mates and teacher, I discovered that I am a poor me that

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slides into an aloof. Here is how my poor me usually looks like: When somebody needs help with something they back up when I express to them how tired I am. Whenever I make mistakes, my sad puppy face automatically comes up; therefore I am never yelled it or blamed, because I always play the victim (not that I mean it.) As for the aloof side of my personality I go up to my bedroom, call my friend Rana and talk about her and her only. A lot of times I pray and I work on my relationship with god, at the end of my aloof days I read the “Holly Quaran” then I go to sleep.

In general a stretch for me as an aloof is to be with my self; I relax and I come down. The challenge for me is to know what is going inside of me. It is the time that I have flotation of feelings; it is a holy time for my sole, heart, body, and mind.

With my family, my stretch is to work toward forgiving the integrator person in my mother, which I don’t like or get along with. I really don’t like to be threatened about anything even if it was for my own good; therefore, I definitely don’t appreciate being bullied into situations. With my father, he is a definite straight aloof. My dad keeps his feelings for himself; he is very laid back, relaxed,

and he doesn’t give his opinion unless he is asked for advice. I wish my father had been more strict with on, I also wish he had interfered more in our life. I think it would have made a bigger difference in the way that we are today. My eldest sister Maya is an aloof in her own way; she is secretive and distant; yet not all passive.

She is aggressive by standing up for herself, and always doing what she thinks she wants. She stretches into an interrogator, who always asks question and criticizes what she doesn’t like and who she doesn’t like. My brother Samir likes to feel in control; he is secretive laid, laid back yet he could stretch into an intimidator who bullies and threatens his ways out of situations. My youngest sister Sarah is a poor me who likes to be left alone to do whatever she wants. She likes to live her own life and feel free of all commitments which stretches her into an aloof.

In my relationship with my fiancé Imad I started as an aloof then stretched into the most open person. I told him things that I never thought I would talk about; I also shared feelings that I never expected anybody would care to listen to. I know that with him I am his energy drainer, because I ask and require a lot of his attention.

With my best friend Rana I have came a long way from an aloof to a very talkative person. I felt that she needs me for advice and support; I am her one and

confidante, I am her home away from home; although, sometimes I have to stretch into an interrogator in order for her to listen to me.

At work I am the nice girl who every body likes. I feel like a second mother to all the children at the daycare center; unlike many of the teacher I really care about all the children’s wellbeing. I need them just as much as they need me.

Finally, I bless myself for all I am I am going to be, I bless myself for all of my control dramas, especially because I am passive and not aggressive. I bless myself for the love that I receive from my family. I bless myself for finally loving myself. Last but not least I truly bless myself for the man that I have in my life; who before him I didn’t bless myself for anything.

I love me forever

I like me for always

As long as I am living

My Farooh I’ll be