Analysis Of The Fairy Tale Love Story: The Story Of 'Innaz'
INNAZ
The weather outside was raining,
The classroom inside was freezing,
I saw you at the corner of my eye,
Sitting there, without a care,
I saw where our futures lie
Terrible poem, I know. I wrote it after I heard Let It Snow, the Christmas song. Even the first line is almost verbatim, I just changed ‘frightful’ to ‘raining’. I'm not much of a poet but I never really knew how to start a story. I definitely wasn't going to start with “Once upon a time…” because this isn't an old fairytale love story. This is better, this is real-life shit.
This is the story of Innaz and that was the first time I ever noticed her. I entered what was supposed to be a small class of illiterates . Illiterate in Arabic, that is. It started with me and a …show more content…
We both looked at each other with a confused smile as we joined in the ovation. Apparently, it was good. Maybe they weren’t watching the same play we were or the other way around. After it was over, we said hi to my friend, the Lighting Coordinator, commended him on his shining performance (sorry, I pun) and left.
“So, you wanna grab something to eat?” I asked.
“Oh it’s okay, I’m not too hungry,” she answered. Not too hungry? Is she a robot? The play was almost three hours and my stomach was grumbling for at least two of them. “But if we could somewhere if you’re …show more content…
I can get something there and send you back,” I said. We got to the food truck which, in my opinion serves the best homemade burrito in the area. “Umm, two burritos with Cokes to go, please.”
“Two?”
“We haven’t eaten all night, I know you’re hungry too and it’s okay if you’re too shy to eat with me but I’m not gonna let you go back to your room hungry,” I insisted as I smiled and handed her the other burrito.
“Thanks, you really didn’t have to,” she said shyly.
“I know, I want to. Now come on, we’ll walk and eat. Or at least I will,” I said as I pigged out on my cylindrical landmine of meat, veggies and sauce goodness. Seriously, burritos are delicious. “So, how come you don’t wanna eat in front of me?” I asked, in between bites.
“I don’t know, I guess I feel a little self-conscious whenever I eat in front of people. Like I’m being watched or something.”
“Oh trust me, the only thing I’ll be watching is this burrito going down my gullet. Plus, look at how I’m eating, I belong in a barn. People should come and watch me eat,” my bad attempt at trying to lighten the mood. It worked though, she laughed.
“It’s fine, really. It’s just me being silly,” she explained as she took a sip of her
The weather outside was raining,
The classroom inside was freezing,
I saw you at the corner of my eye,
Sitting there, without a care,
I saw where our futures lie
Terrible poem, I know. I wrote it after I heard Let It Snow, the Christmas song. Even the first line is almost verbatim, I just changed ‘frightful’ to ‘raining’. I'm not much of a poet but I never really knew how to start a story. I definitely wasn't going to start with “Once upon a time…” because this isn't an old fairytale love story. This is better, this is real-life shit.
This is the story of Innaz and that was the first time I ever noticed her. I entered what was supposed to be a small class of illiterates . Illiterate in Arabic, that is. It started with me and a …show more content…
We both looked at each other with a confused smile as we joined in the ovation. Apparently, it was good. Maybe they weren’t watching the same play we were or the other way around. After it was over, we said hi to my friend, the Lighting Coordinator, commended him on his shining performance (sorry, I pun) and left.
“So, you wanna grab something to eat?” I asked.
“Oh it’s okay, I’m not too hungry,” she answered. Not too hungry? Is she a robot? The play was almost three hours and my stomach was grumbling for at least two of them. “But if we could somewhere if you’re …show more content…
I can get something there and send you back,” I said. We got to the food truck which, in my opinion serves the best homemade burrito in the area. “Umm, two burritos with Cokes to go, please.”
“Two?”
“We haven’t eaten all night, I know you’re hungry too and it’s okay if you’re too shy to eat with me but I’m not gonna let you go back to your room hungry,” I insisted as I smiled and handed her the other burrito.
“Thanks, you really didn’t have to,” she said shyly.
“I know, I want to. Now come on, we’ll walk and eat. Or at least I will,” I said as I pigged out on my cylindrical landmine of meat, veggies and sauce goodness. Seriously, burritos are delicious. “So, how come you don’t wanna eat in front of me?” I asked, in between bites.
“I don’t know, I guess I feel a little self-conscious whenever I eat in front of people. Like I’m being watched or something.”
“Oh trust me, the only thing I’ll be watching is this burrito going down my gullet. Plus, look at how I’m eating, I belong in a barn. People should come and watch me eat,” my bad attempt at trying to lighten the mood. It worked though, she laughed.
“It’s fine, really. It’s just me being silly,” she explained as she took a sip of her