MY NARATTIVE = )-

Before you read this I want you to understand that this narrative is not meant to scare nor let anyone think I’m tough LOL =-)-


Hi my name is Aya Hafez, I’m an 18 going on 19 year old freshmen in college. Throughout my life I’ve had my ups and downs almost like a roller coaster. I’m the first born on my mother’s side and the second born on my father’s. throughout my life I’ve always lived in my older brothers shadow because of how bad he was or the wrong choices he made in life I was deprived from a lot in mine. I guess my parents raised or wanted to raise me to be afraid of life and what’s in it just so that I can stay close to them because of the outcome they sow from my older brother and they succeeded in doing that when I was younger, I kind of stuck to my mother at all times until I started getting older and started thinking for myself. I was in the fifth grade when I first started and stayed in public school, that’s when I realized that just because my older brother chooses to live his life a curtain way has nothing to do with me. I began rebelling against my parents when they would tell me I couldn’t do something ,go somewhere ,or talk to who I wanted only . I knew that whenever they made their decision they would always look back and see how things ended up with my brother or the result of the situation and I honestly and deeply didn’t think that was right. I believed that if I was to make mistake they would be my mistakes and they would be for me to learn from but, my parents didn’t understand that. I don’t think I ever had a relationship with either my parents. You know how “they “say the son is closes to his mother and the daughter is closer to her father”. I wasn’t close to neither of them in the sense that if something happened or something was on my mind I couldn’t go to either one of them and tell them about it and that forced me to keep everything to myself.
After a while I guess an anger or hate grew towards them. Why you might ask well because, from the way I saw things no matter how good I was I never got what I wanted and got in trouble for others mistakes but my brother would do everything wrong and have MY mother’s attention and blessings I just never understood it and I still don’t. I then became violent I would always beat on my younger brother. You would think my parents would try to understand what was wrong, were this sudden change came from but I would only get into more trouble. After a while comments that my parents would make for my own good would go through one ear and out the other. When my grandfather came to visit us from Egypt I was about 10 he and that was when my violent problem was solved because he was a professional boxer he thought “what better way than to put this child’s aggression into a punishing bag or speed bag. Because I am a female my mother didn’t like the fact that I was out there playing as she would say a “man’s sport” to me that was nonsense I never thought there was a big difference between a male and female, I always thought to myself anything a man can do a women can do better and I was write. I say that because I was the only female who boxed in Dupree’s gym over on Martin Luther King Drive I was just as good as any male training there.
When I started high school I got closer to my mother but it was like walking on a wire. I could talk to her sometimes and others I couldn’t or I felt like a couldn’t and that was a problem I was getting into all kind of trouble and had no one to turn to [don’t get me wrong if it wasn’t for my mother I wouldn’t be where I am today] when I started high school I would get in all type of fights, after a while it became almost like a hobby I was fighting for fun any fight I heard about I would choose a side and fight even though it wasn’t my battle to fight. I soon became known for my fighting whenever anyone had a problem [just get Aya she’ll be glad to help]. But that wasn’t write I soon became used but don’t get me wrong I aint fight everyone’s battles just those that I thought needed it and what surprised me the most my parents knew nothing of my trouble making. I can admit know that if I could take back half of the injuries I caused to others I would take them in a heartbeat only because now that I look back in the past I don’t think anyone deserves what I remember doing to people in the past. Now if you ask me I hate fighting I would go through every option of trying to resolve a problem before trying to solve it violently. Im the most peaceful person you can ever meet and nicest.