short story

Chapter 2

Why online dating you ask?I thought with time things would get easier, every night I would go to bed praying that my mother would adapt to the culture here. Back in Somalia, people dated within their race and religion. “Dating outside your religion is a sin Sofia, it will bring a lot of shame to our family” my mother would say every time I mentioned anything about dating. I grew up obeying  the same rules; I always thought that the only reason my mother acted this way was because of where we were living, moving to Canada to me sounded like a good way to start over. Her rules never did change and the double standards got worse. Us girls always received a hard time any time we wanted to leave the house however, my brothers were allowed to come and go as they pleased. I didn’t have a curfew because she expected us to be at home at all times. Things didn’t lighten up when I entered high school; I still had the same curfew and was not allowed to attend games or dances that were hosted by our high school. To be honest high school was a blur. I had a best friend name Brooke Scott who I met in grade 10 and till this day we are still best friends. However, she never really understood why my mother was so strict; explaining it to her or anyone else was not fun so I started to lie in order to get out of going to places ( movie theaters, mall, school dances)

My senior year of high school was when I decided that I was ready to date. I had a whole speech prepared on how my mother is strict which made meeting her was out of the question. Now that I think about it, the lying was terrible. Every time I went out I had to make up some sort of excuse. Luckily for me, the boy I was dating also worked with me making seeing each other much easier. We dated on and off for one year, I had been warned that he was not a good guy, but because he said really sweet things to me and was my first boyfriend, I decided to over look his flaws. The last straw was when he cheated on me. We had a really bad break up; there was a lot of yelling and saying things that we both would regret. If dating was going to be this difficult, I decided that I would stay single for a while; which I did until I entered college.

Unlike high school, college was more memorable; I met great friends who helped me step out of my little bubble. Rachel, Ciara and Ivy soon became close friends of mine; I was able to share everything with them and in return they gave me great advice. Monday morning we were all sitting and having lunch, I decided to bring up online dating to get a idea of what they thought of it. “So guys, I have a random question, what are your thoughts on online dating?” Everyone stared at me before saying anything “I think its a way for creepy men to get laid, I have a friend who has an account JUST to sleep with women” Ciara blurted out. “I think it’s a good way to meet people. I met my first boyfriend online and we dated for 8 years.”  Rachel added. I was shocked by her answer because in the past I’ve only heard negative things about it. I knew that this would be a good way for me to communicate with people without my mother finding out. With that in mind I decided to change the subject.

People who don’t know me would say that I am very shy and quiet. People who know me would say the exact same thing. I don’t like to be the center of attention, matter of fact I don’t like any attention. I am 5’4 and 145 pounds with brown eyes and black hair. I like keeping to myself; I have a really hard time meeting new people because half the time I don’t say a word. I am the awkward girl who stands in a group full of people and says nothing, making things more awkward for everyone else. A combination of having a strict mother, being really shy and advice from friends is the reason why I decided to try out online dating.

Chapter One

As promised here is chapter one of the short story that I am currently working on. This story is not complete yet so I will post whenever I finish the next chapter. Since I am not a professional writer, any feedback is welcome. If any of you enjoy editing and want to join me on this journey, e-mail me and we will work something out. With out further a do, here is chapter one. Thanks for stopping by!

Chapter One ” There’s a first time for everything”

Another night spent at home alone doing absolutely nothing. I can hear my mom downstairs calling my name, which can only mean one thing. I am in trouble. The best thing to do when my mother gets into one of her moods is to ignore her and hope that she will forget whatever she’s ranting on about.  “ Sofia I know you can hear me, come down right now” Instead of listening to her I decided  to browse the internet to pass the time.  I ended up on a social networking website called connectU. ConnectU in a online dating website that my friend Ivy had told me about. Sitting in my room alone, I decided to check out the website and see what kind of people were on it. ” There’s a first time for everything” I thought to myself. I knew this was something that I have been wanting to try for a while but at the same time I was ashamed of it. Growing up as a Muslim woman, we never spoke about dating let alone online dating. If I wanted to try this, I would have to keep it to myself. I looked at my watch and noticed that it was already 7:00 pm. I really need to start my math homework. As much as I hate school, summer class allowed me to get out of the house more often. This way I was still able to see my friends and socialize.  I spent the next few hours working on my homework but when 11:00 pm rolled around, I decided to browse the profiles listed on ConnectU. Some of these people were really creepy and others seemed really intriguing. After one hour of searching I decided to sign up. I filled out all the required fields and included a short bio. I even went as far as adding a picture hoping that no one I knew would be on this website. Right away I received a couple of e-mails that made me really uncomfortable. Two of them consisted of guys asking me for nude photos. Maybe this is not for me? An hour and a half later I received an email that caught my attention. The first thing I did was skim through his profile, it looked promising, I then proceeded to look through his pictures to confirm that he wasn’t fake.  Right when I noticed his ethnicity, I knew this was going to be a problem.

1:30 AM
E-mail from Carson Thompson

“ Hi, my name is Carson, I know you must receive a lot of messages on this website so I will keep this short. I would like to start off by saying that I am very intrigued by your profile, from reading what you wrote I feel like we have a lot in common. If you have the time, I would like to chat and get to know you better. Thanks, Carson.

That is the first e-mail that I have read from this dating website that did not make me cringe. At this point I got curious and decided to completely read his profile. “Single, college student, personal trainer.. not bad” I thought to myself, maybe this guy isn’t such a creep after all. I spent the next ten minutes crafting the perfect message and all I could come up with was “Thanks for the message, I read your profile and  I also wouldn’t mind chatting. By the way, my name is Sofia”

That’s all I could think of, mind you its 1:30 am and I’m supposed to be working on my math homework instead of surfing the net.
Five minutes later Carson responded with a small bio of himself which included where he attends school, what kind of music and food he enjoys, his goals and ambitions. Everything he said was what I was looking for in a partner. So far, he is selling himself really well. We ended up messaging each other back and forth throughout the night. Around 5:20 am we decided to call it a night and promised that we would resume our conversation later that day. The last thing he said to me was
“ I hope this is not to forward but can I have your phone number?” I gave him my phone number and two minutes later received a text message saying “ It was nice to meet you Sofia, sweet dreams”  At first I was worried about the fact that I just gave a stranger my phone number but for some reason, I felt like I could trust him.

10:00 am

Text message from Carson

I could barely sleep all morning, all I kept on thinking about was him. Would he text me?  “Good morning Sofia, how did you sleep?”  I have been waiting for this text all morning “well “ I replied “ How about you?” To tell you the truth I did not sleep one blink last night, all I kept on thinking about was how this boy could make me feel this way when we have only been speaking for a few hours. There was something about the way he wrote that made me feel like he cared about me already. He never used slang or improper grammar and at the end of every sentence he would include my name. We continued talking throughout the morning until I had to attend my summer class.

When I got home that day, my mother was cooking supper for me and my sister. I walked in said my hellos and headed straight to my bedroom. Let me tell you a little bit about me and my family. My name is Sofia, I am 24 years old and I am part of a very strict Islamic family that consists of my mother, two brothers and three sisters. Growing up we had it all, my dad was a wealthy man and treated my mother like a queen. When I was 5 years old, a war broke out in my home country Somalia. Before I knew it my mother packed our things and we were on a flight to Canada. Things did not go according to plan and instead we ended up in Spain where I lived for four years before moving to Canada. Once we moved here I quickly realized that my life was never going to be the same again and boy was I right.

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Exciting news

Hi everyone,

I have some exciting news to share with you guys. I am not sure if I have mentioned it before, but from time to time I like to write when I am feeling a certain way. Whether it be a poem or a short story, I like to express myself through writing. I have always claimed that I am not the best writer, I do this to help improve my writing. I do not consider myself a professional by any means. I just enjoy writing. Now on to the good news. A couple of years ago I decided to write a short story based loosely on my life. I use the term “loosely” because not all the events written in my short story are true. Even though I started this short story a couple of weeks a go, it is still not finished. After writing two chapters I decided to put it on hold. Things like college and work got in the way leaving me with no time to actually sit down and write.  A couple of weeks ago I decided to continue with my short story, I had to find my old notes and get the hang of things while figuring out what direction I wanted to take this story. I have written one paragraph since then and now I kind of what to share it with you guys. I know I will receive a lot of negative feedback but hopefully some of it will be good. I am all for constructive criticism. As I mentioned before, I am not a professional writer, this to me is simply a hobby. It is a way for me to share some of my experiences. Most of what I talk about happened almost three years a go so at this point I am filling in the gaps by adding what I think happened, it may not be exactly how it happened, but it is close enough.

I want to publish my first chapter in my next post ( I need to edit it before I do so) but in the meantime, here is the synopsis:

Interracial Love

By: Sue

Sofia is a 24 year old sheltered  Islamic woman who is finally ready to step out of her shell to find love. Will outside influences from her strict Muslim mother destroy her chances of finding a relationship? Join Sofia on her unconventional journey to find happiness and most of all love. Ups and downs, Sofia is now realizing it might not be as easy as she thought, right when she was about to give up, he came along. Carson, 21, handsome, white and definitely not Muslim. What will she do?

This is not the official synopsis, I wrote a short one to give you guys a idea of what this short story is about. Let me know what your thoughts are  so far. Thanks for stopping by!