We are strangers

Author's name: Mishari Budrid

When I was little, my father was the greatest love I'd ever seen and met. Even when I grew up, I still believe I'm no one's lover, because I'm my father's lover. I used to imagine that life, including everything, was a mirror to him. I thought that all people were like his heart, until I grew up! My beliefs clashed with each other, and life dragged me to a place I didn't know! I tried to keep up with it, beside my father, who always told me: "Be a support for yourself, I'm not always for you." I would cry so hard that I wouldn't see myself except in his embrace. He would stroke my hair, kiss my forehead, and come back to tell me: "No one sees your tears but me. Your weakness is with your father, but with people? I want to see my daughter as the strongest person in existence." And today? With his support and trust, I became the most famous female in the Arab world in the fashion field, but there is a big void in my heart, even though I have everything I want to have, but I am a female who has been exposed to a lot of bullying because of my fame, I have been exposed to more harassment, I have not found a man who fears God with a woman's heart that loves him more than I see men who chase appearances, only appearances! Everything tells me that life is not my place, I am not weak as much as I do not see myself in life. Everyone who knows me believes that strength is my source, but what they do not know is that I feel more than I should!