Bibi Descriptions

Nobody will stand in her way.Not even looming military tanks.Bibi,the little desert warrior.But her courage doesn’t quite match her I.Q..Sass is limited by her smarts. Her amount of mature remarks reflects her age.But age and maturity is no restriction for skill.Her private little skillbox full of dazzling tricks.Considerably larger than her siblings.But unluckily for her her country is sexist.Woman and football just doesn’t gell together.Just like any 9 yr old she is easily bribed.But one thing you could not bribe her on is leaving your side.As reluctant as a mule.Even if you were dying.She would be there, till the last moment, your last living breath.

The families around her are wary of her often sudden aggression. Sensitive as she is it is hard to strike a mature conversation. Her family soon grow tired of her constant immature and aggravating remarks. She does not always tune in to the right station and often sees the small minded,the narrow minded picture. It is hard to make friends as she is bullish and reckless,often making idiotic remarks repelling people from her presence. Her favourite quotes seem to come from corny detective shows.”Camel Snot!”Jamal, her sibling is a favourable allie and will aid her in her time of need. As reluctant as a mule,she would not leave you behind and is faithful to the very last moment. Loki,the god of mischief seems to follow her around and takes her to the most unusual places

The war stricken desert lies out beyond the horizon ,  thousands of miles of a barren wasteland.Bibi stares out upon it from the edge of her town.A dangerous and depressing place to be.Home sweet home for the children of Afghanistan.A dusty broken house,just like the rest of them lays door closed windows shut.Her family’s lovely home.The secret school down in the basement,sounds more glamorous than it really is.Kind and loving father,what a daring man.His oven in the basement is used everyday, baking bread of the highest quality.Passed down century after century a bejeweled candlestick lies on the counter dust atop.Most of her precious belongings are rusty or cracked in places.If you looked close enough in her parents eyes,you could see the scars and the hardship the never ending war had established over them.Suitcases lie in the corner.Suggesting maybe it was time to leave this place.This home,to find another.

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