I find my self only when I change my hair cut. Even if I am sad or sick, my new hair cut will make me feel much better. This obsession lived in me since I was 7 years old. My hair used to be long & black. I remember that used to cry so my mother cuts my hair, but she never used to listen to me .For her girls should always keep their hair long. My mother was raised by her grand mother a very traditional Bahraini lady who even thinks that schools only for boys not for girls. My grand father was also tough he was one of Bahrain brave officers who got killed while serving his country,he tried to force his mother so my mother can join school and get education like other girls, but he failed in that attempt. It is very rare to see men like my grand father ,I am very proud of him even though I have never met him .Back to my hair cut, I have done a new hair cut last week with high lighting ( that’s a new thing) which I have done to my hair. You won’t believe the joy inside me. Hair cutting is an emotional thing more than physical I enjoy every second while my hair is being cut and colored I also might fall asleep….BYE..





