Chapter Two

Sarah smelled the burnt food and decided she wasn't going to eat at home
 for dinner, again. She needed an excuse to get out of staying home and quickly began to calculate what would most logically convince her father she was in fact studying and not fooling around.

Her thoughts thus began to scream loudly, engulfing the house with her flare, wit, and charm. She is her mother's replica only without the struggle and suffering, thus she is far less bitter, but time will even out her ambitions and her energies. Thoughts loud like her mother's memories she embraces life to its fullest, but life is far too sweepingly absent to concern itself with little old egotistical Sarah. 
She is at the ripe age of 23 and is being pressured to marry by her father. Though he knows that she is completing her Master's degree in Math and needs another year for it to finish, her father wants her to begin breeding.

And the fact of the matter is that Sarah wants to marry, she has no internal animosity towards the idea, but simply hasn't met the right guy. With the luxury of her father's wealth she knows that she has the leeway of waiting for the right one to show up, a luxury her mother didn't have, and though she will exploit that opportunity, she will soon notice her father and her family's name will only dictate that the wrong men come knocking on her door.


She met many suitors, all of whom came to the house, appropriately, and asked for her hand in marriage without ever really meeting or knowing her. The traditional marriage dictated her future and though it would be mean to call it an arranged marriage, it had all the fittings of being such. She would meet the guy; they would go out for a few gatherings with family present; at which they would engage; following that they would meet some more privately, and then get married. This her father calls the Islamic way, and though it be more moderate than other versions of the Islamic way, and far less moderate than the Lebanese way, she knew she had to deal with it as it was.

But deep down inside she sort of blamed her parents for the frustrations of having to live under such conditions. Sarah loved her mother and father, but like all children of her age, she no longer saw them in that childish haloed light. They were flawed, her mother too dreamy not logistical as one should be in life, her father plain ignorant and far to fixated on religion, she knew that the life she would lead would be far less distanced. She wanted her passions to fill up the corners of walls, to bulldoze through the souls of people longing to see that an algorithm can produce a world of opportunities, all of which result in an answer, have an end goal. 'Brilliant' she felt in the deep recesses of her heart, 'Brilliant' as her thoughts screamed out loud 'BRILLIANT' to an empty and cold house.

However, brilliant being what brilliant be, it is but fleeting and far in between. Thus as Sarah concocted her escape, her far less adventurous sister Nour read a book in her bedroom far away from the aromas of her mother's past, and the sounds of her sisters mind.