Substitution by KadzicuBloody34 DeviantArt (WebArchive)

Day. The most ordinary and boring day of ordinary and boring days. What’s more, the day was literally drenched in resentment. And why was that? Because Betty was once again not hired by the place she had applied to.

“And what’s the point of higher education, and of killing years of university tuition, if it’s so hard to find a job afterwards?” the girl thought to herself, sitting in a cafe and sadly sipping her cheap coffee.

She now had a tradition. Every time she came to the same place, sat at the same table, and ordered the same coffee. Constantly looking out the window at her table.

It had been like this for a month, and Betty hadn’t been able to get a job in all that time. There was money left over, but it would only be enough to pay the rent for the next month, and to eat thin.

But what if she could not find a job during this time? The answer was obvious. She would run out of money, and she would be begging. On the other hand, she could take some job that didn’t match her education…but she’s not likely to make it. Betty wasn’t sure she could even manage a job at a regular McDonald’s.

Although they say that if you do something for a long time, you’ll be a professional at it anyway. No matter what kind of nonsense it is. But still, the girl’s literal pride did not allow that, after so many years killed in university. But, you couldn’t explain it to her stomach, alas.

Betty continued to stare intently out the window…but her attention was caught by a couple of women who entered the café. More precisely…she assumed that the two black ghosts were women. It was kind of the norm in Muslim countries, wasn’t it? Although, looking closely, one could easily guess that even such women would have looked too conservative even in Iran or Yemen. Betty, literally, could not even see the outline of the eyes of these two ghosts. It was as if they were wearing not one niqab, but several on each other. And each layer of the veil was draped over their faces. It took Betty a long time to figure out if the two women could see anything in front of them. But the way they both moved slowly, in small steps, spoke volumes.

“Unless their legs are chained together,” the girl surmised, remembering how women’s rights are oppressed in the Middle East.