1 A GIRL WITH BIG DREAMS
One sunny morning in September, Maysoon woke up on the couch that she called her bed, stretched her arms, and smiled. She felt tiny bubbles of excitement fizz up from her toes, through her belly, and all the way up to her head. Today was the day! Finally she was old enough to join her three big sisters at Public School Number Six in her hometown of Cliffside Park, New Jersey.
Lamiah, Feda, and Hanan loved school and the many friends they had made there. Every day they came home from school and told Maysoon stories of the games they had played (that was mostly Feda), the fun they had had (that was mostly Hanan), and the boys who they liked (that was mostly Lamiah).
Maysoon was excited to strut her stuff through the playground, wearing her favorite pink pants with the bells at the bottom. She was ready to wave to her sisters in the food hall and to make new friends and tell them about her love of soap operas and her dreams of becoming the best entertainer in the world. “And the Academy Award goes to… Maysoon ‘Mimi’ Zayid!” She needed to tell her new friends that one day they would hear these exact words. Maysoon would be one of the world’s best-loved entertainers.
Maysoon’s mom worked long hours in a hospital laboratory. It was her dad’s job to drive Maysoon to school to get enrolled. Maysoon smiled and bounced in her seat for the whole drive.
But when they arrived at the school, a teacher said four words that shattered Maysoon’s dream. “She can’t come here,” the teacher said. Maysoon’s dad was in the middle of writing Maysoon’s name on the list. He lifted his head and frowned.
Maysoon’s mouth opened wide. She gasped. What?! How can this teacher say I can’t come to this school? This teacher doesn’t even know me!
Before Maysoon could say a word, her father dropped his pen and spoke in a loud voice. “My daughter is brilliant! Let her in or I will sue!” he said, jabbing the air with his finger.
“Yeah! We’ll sue!” Maysoon said. “I’m good enough for this school! Why can’t I go with Lamiah, Feda, and Hanan? Why can’t I make friends with their friends? Why do I have to go to a different school?”
The teacher pushed his glasses up his nose and crossed his arms. He whispered to Maysoon’s dad as if Maysoon weren’t there. “This girl is different,” the teacher said. “You’ll have to speak to the superintendent about her.”
Maysoon’s dream began to melt. It became a puddle of stinky glop that turned into a nightmare. A nightmare in which Maysoon’s dream of becoming an entertainer would surely fail. How could she become the world’s best entertainer if she couldn’t even get into the school of her choosing?