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name;; amira karioka stage name;; farrah
gender;; female age;; 23 dob;; oct. 10th ♎️
height;; 5'10" weight;; 134 zodiac;; libra
ethnicity;; moroccan occupation;; bellydancer
misc;; faceclaim is sherihan
languages;; speaks english, arabic, and french.
personality;; kindhearted and sweet, witty, very caring and
selfless. hates seeing others struggle and always willing to lend a
hand. like bellydancing, elegant, graceful, and a bit sassy
sometimes. otherwise a very relaxed and calm person who
often finds herself as the peacemaker in arguments. just
struggles a lot with self image and tries to be as perfect
as she possibly can. overall a huge sweetheart with a lil bit of fiest
history ∙;; amira grew up in the moroccan portside town of tangier.
raised by her single mother, along with her two brothers, her family was not the wealthiest
and often struggled with meeting bills and paying for food. her mother was a ballet instructor,
strict and uptight in every possible way. still, she'd always wanted to follow in her mothers footsteps
and take up a life of dancing. amira first began ballet as she watched her mother dance around
the studio, stumbling over her own small feet from afar. at seven, then she began classes,taught
by her own mother. at eighteen, she twirled across stages and bowed for crowds. they called her
a prodegy, a mirror image of her proud mother. but instead of a proud smile, her lips were
held tight and days drenched heavy in melancholy. something wasn't right. amira found that instead
of the beautiful and silent steps and wide leaps across the stage she'd dreamed of, she'd become
trapped in the pain of bound feet and strict rules. ballet took all of her time and
left amira feeling isolated, lonely, and frustrated. she was like a butterfly, suffocating in her
own cocoon with no way to get out.
amira began to find herself admiring effortless movement of belly dancers. the
way they always seemed so free and relaxed, and peacefully connected to the music-
something was sparked in amira. she began to take classes for bellydancing, working
in local restaurants and markets to help pay for lessons and as an entertainer to pay
bills at home. under the name 'farrah', many found her to a talent. at 19 she was offered
a sponsorship. it was the opportunity of a lifetime. she ran home, excited, a smile that
hadn't been on her face for years. amira had finally spread her wings and crawled out
of the silk binds holding her back. she could escape. fly away, like the butterflies do
every year, to a new life. her mother wasn't happy, to put it simply, but she wasn't angry.
as butterflies never have the same set of wings, people are the same. they are all different
in their own ways.
