After a few minutes in the shower i heard my bedroom door opening. I knew that it must be Rohan. I behaved as if i had not heard the noise. Then the d...or to my bathroom opened a little bit and i knew that he was watching me. He didn’t know that i could see him through my curtain. I was surprised that he had changed his cloths. He was in his shorts alone. I kept on taking shower. I was enjoying him looking at me. I started rubbing my hand one after the other. Then i rubbed my face slowing coming. I could feel you holding me in place. I could see that you knew what you were doing to me and how it was making me feel. I could feel myself getting wet, just wanting to see what you would do to me next. I felt you moving us to the bed and I felt myself falling on the bed. We kissed and your hands moved all over me, exploring all of me. My hands did the same to you and all I could feel was power and strength. I could also feel the lust that you had for me and I am sure that you felt the same. Some people seek for attention and I see the appeal in it, but me? I just want to know people, feel for people and just... connect, you know? I’m average looking, I’m thin and healthy, average height, I get around, I try my best to fit in. It’s just, fitting in wasn’t ever easy to do. And sure, maybe that’s why I’m where I am now. I break rules, I make the adults angry and I interrupt the class for a stupid joke just to get my classmates to laugh. Why do I do this? Because I like feeling like I. People here are racist!" said Fatima."They hate us because we are Muslims. I mean every time Fatima, Aisha and I bring up the plight of Palestinians or what that female soldier did to those poor Iraqis or that their history is darker than ours because of black slavery or how many Indians they killed, they get angry and don't want to hear about it!" nodded Noor."I know dear. I know!" sighed Mrs Aziz."I am tired of this country. I feel that my Muslim sisters and I here are just second class.