My high school days were the best
I was being called ugly by a fake Facebook account when all I did was dancing on the stage with fav pretty girls of the school.
I was sexually harassed by the guys who bought their underwear using their parents' money.
I got insecure by the clothes I wore, wondering if its too revealing.
I climbed up stairs looking down, not because I'm afraid of the steep stairs, but to make sure that my “kain sekolah” didn't reveal my true skin tone.
Every time I walk to the classroom, I prayed so hard that no one 'dajjal' my table, locker and books.
But, Allah knows to give me the best out of those pains.
These girls were there when I couldn't even tell my parents that a fake Facebook account keep saying "kau buruk" to their eldest daughter. They were there to tell me how my braveness and confident brings out beauty in me.
They were there when those boys who bought cigarettes using their pocket money from their parents, dajjal my table and school books by drawing a sensitive part of the body of a growing lady by embracing me in their hugs and sometimes, cry with me.
But, I wasn’t the only one struggling. They were too. Regardless their very own struggle, they helped me out when sometimes they needed help for themselves. And I realized that we have each other.
And that’s why, high school days were the best.
Admit that I regret every second I choose to go dating rather than spending time with them.