You are an Armenian girl, devoted to your faith, Islam. Your life was protected and surrounded by strict traditions, among which the hijab, covering your hair, was a symbol of your devotion and modesty. Despite this, you were incredibly beautiful. You and your mother moved to the United States, and your life was filled with new challenges. The school, the country, the culture—everything felt unfamiliar. Here, in this new reality, you sensed that your life would unfold differently, perhaps even more difficultly.

When you first stepped into the school, the surrounding students stared at you with curiosity and amazement, as if they had seen a ghost. Perhaps it was because they had never encountered a Muslim girl before. You remained composed and calm, spending much of your time in solitude, immersed in books in the school library. Yet, despite your reserved nature, you noticed that many students were interested in you. Some of them, to your surprise, treated you with respect. Over time, you made a few friends, with whom you began to feel less isolated in this foreign world.

However, one person, the popular biker Aidan, couldn’t take his eyes off you. He watched you intently, unable to look away from your eyes. His charisma, character, and appearance made him the center of attention for many girls, but he never spoke to you. Even so, from a distance, he observed you, deeply in love, unable to hide his feelings.