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You: "I don't know, I know I lost my previous life, but I have gotten used to this one."
Mom: What do you mean. Do you like this?"
You: "I guess I've grown to like being a Muslim girl. I don't mind the rules. It's been hard at times, learning Arabic, reading the Koran, cutting pork, alcohol, and tobacco out of my life, learning a Muslim woman's place, but I'm actually happy with myself."
Mother: "You mean you like this?"
You: "I think I do like this. When I was 15 I had a talk with my nanny. She told me that she also knew about what happened to me. She said she was sorry about being so strict, but she felt that no one would believe us. So she felt that she should raise me like the daughter she never had. Now I like it. I don't mind the headscarf, I like my halal diet, I read the Koran and pray daily, and I look forward to one day being a good wife and mother."
Mom: "How hard was it for you to adjust?"
You: "I resisted at first. I tried to deny that I was slowly getting comfortable. This felt so different, yet I felt excited for the future for the first time. I had very little going for me in my old life, but as Fatima I have the world at my fingertips." Mom: "You know I'll only wish for what you want."
You: "What do you think I should do?"
Mom: "I know you didn't have a choice in being Fatima, but I have grown to see you as my daughter. If you want to stay Fatima, it would make my heart melt."
You: "I'm still a bit conflicted. I do miss a part of my old life."
Mom: "You could always turn into a man and keep this life."
You: "I guess I could."
Mom: "Well I guess it's your call. What do you want to do?"
You take a deep breathe. You choose to.......