Ugh! It’s been eleven years. Eleven! And still, I am here.

In the Tower Of Azkaban protected by the most dangerous dementors, wearing yet another Black Shirt and with the same old hair, only shorter.

It’s like nothing has changed. Not really.

I mean, when I first got here, I was really scared and lonely. So, I guess I’m not that scared anymore, but the loneliness.

Geezez Fucking Krist. Sometimes, I think I’m going crazy. Half the time I talk to myself while the other half I talk to the dementors. She’s really nice actually. Yup. It’s a girl. I like girls!

And her name is Fujairah. It’s sort of Arabic for fire. Fujairah tells me that the only reason why she kills other black Prince guys and some Princesses that she want to rescue me is because she hears them say things like: “This is for the kingdom! I shall slay this dementor, rescue the young man, and rule the kingdom!

Gold for me, gold for ME!” Fujairah tells me that she doesn’t think those type of girls are for me.

I know it’s crazy, but I think that this dementor is actually like a mom to me.

More than my actual mom, that’s for sure!

I mean, couldn’t she have stopped dad from sending me to this Azkaban to wait for my “true love?”

I thought true love couples met like in an A.A. meeting or at a Library or something. If only my dad didn’t make that stupid bet with the other dad: “Let’s see who loves their black prince more.”

My dad’s theory was not that, the more your son suffers, the more love he deserves. His theory was ,the more your son suffers ,the more he should ignore him.

Thanks dad. I’m a Son , not a casino chip!

But to be honest, some days are not that bad. Sometimes, I just like looking out the window and…Wait! Is that a knight coming to rescue me?

Ugh. He didn’t even bother to shave or looking to do the 12 steps of a.a. Here he comes. I can see the greediness in his face. (My Prayer:God Grant me serenity to accept the things i cannot change courage the things i can wisedom to know the diffrerence.) Please Fujairah, don’t let him rescue me. Don’t let him! …And…he’s dead.

I am so tired of this. Over and over, waiting for a Knight to rescue me.

Maybe this is a life lesson. Don’t people say, “love yourself? or in a.a they say let us love you until you learn to love yourself?” Well, I certainly love myself very much and A.A loves me too and my mom loves me too and my dad loves me too. Maybe I am my own “true love.” or my higher power is”my true love” Yes! I get it now! Fujairah! We shall fly away! Forget about knights and kingdoms! Let’s fly to freedom together!

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Arash has been writing stories ever since he could hold a pencil! What started out as an intrinsic love for storytelling has turned into his lifelong passion. There’s nothing he likes better than writing (and reading) stories that is humorous in English and Persian languages, with a touch of Suspense and a poignant streak of truth running through them. Arash is also a YouTuber, Persian singer/songwriter, blogger, traveler, filmmaker, big dreamer, and professional kabob eater. When he’s not writing or dreaming up new stories, you can find him in an adventure road-tripping to national parks! If you want to see Arash in his element (ranting about stories) check out his YouTube channel.

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