Harlem Rahim. A girl from the hood. From Brownsville, Brooklyn.
Born of an Israelite father and an afro american mother. Quite a juvenile delinquent and not ashamed to be.
If you grew up the way I did, you'd probably be one too. Just turned eighteen years old. Poor but not stupid.
I'm gonna go all the way to get out of this mess.
To get 'us' outta this. Even discover a world out of the hood life.
But never forget where I come from. Where I belong.

HARLEM

At nine, I heard the uber I'd called honk downstairs in front of the beta house. It was ten and I had to be on my way.


Getting my bag and last stuff, I left the house.


I put my things in the car. I stared one last time at the sorority and fraternity houses. Though short, I had a memorable time at Greenwill. Now was time for me to go make a name for myself.


"Take me to the Bus station for Brooklyn please." I told the driver as I entered the cab.


I arrived Brownsville just in time to pack some stuff with my mom. I was so happy Kadij was taking her along with me.


My mom and I were happy to meet each other again. I loved her a lot and I'd missed her so much. She was my only family.


I settled and we began to pack necessary things up. Of course Yazz came over to help. Always present when I needed her.


We were done late enough. Luckily my mother had prepared something nice to eat. Yasmin was gonna spend the night with us.


Chapter 53