Once again, I felt Samaah’s heavy arm resting on my shoulder. I wanted to push her away, but I stayed silent. I felt like I would suffocate if I did that. Today, I was too tired to express my desire to get rid of that oppressive arm. But tomorrow, I won’t let her keep it there anymore. Yes, tomorrow I will tell her to leave. When Samaah finished second in the preparatory school exams, one of the international American schools offered her a place to study there. It was a source of pride for her parents. Of course, Samaah was happy to see her parents’ pride in her, but it also caused her some anxiety. What awaited her in this strange school? Would the other children accept her with open arms? Or would they ignore her? Or worse… would they mock her? She felt a little relieved when she met Samaah. She finished second in the country, but only for a while!