I could cry to fill up the oceans, but I'll save my salt to season my toast. I'm a girl- she's filled with all these feelings that she can't handle. She's always so angry and filled with this hot air, blown away by the simplest things. She hates everyone who dares to look past her abilities because of her hijab. She's not a terrorist. She's an aspiring artist but she knows it won't get her anywhere in life and she does creative writing to get rid of the big black gunk that's molded itself like a cage around her heart. She can hold grudges longer than an elephant can remember them. She's going to speak her Muslim, wild, free, crazy, creative, Arab, Algerian, stupid mind and if you don't want to listen to her than the back button is looking pretty nice to you right now.