A/N – This will be a series of oneshots about each of the characters who have been "Behroozed" over the past seven seasons. To be Behroozed means that the character disappears and is never heard of again, and thus there is no canonical closure for these characters.
I don't blame my parents for what happened. I don't blame my mother for going along with the plot either, because deep down I know she didn't truly believe in the cause. I do miss them, my mother more than my father, and I wish things had been different.
I know my mother died trying to protect me, and for that I can forgive her. My father, however, died without ever truly loving me, and so I find it hard to forgive him for his crimes. Maybe one day, when he is a distant memory.
I was 17 when my parents died, and as I was still a minor, I was sent to live with a foster family in Los Angeles. They were Turkish and Muslim, like my family, but their religious beliefs were more moderate than my parents, and they were strongly pro-American. On Saturdays, we go to visit Debbie's grave, where I place some daffodils every time we go – those were her favourites. I blame myself for her death, even though I know she would hate that.
I went to college in LA and studied hard. I wanted to make my mother, and Debbie, proud, and soon I was in a good job, earning a lot of money. By 21, I had moved out and owned an house in one of the more affluent suburbs of LA.
Regrets are many in my mind, and I know that the events of my teenage years will always stay with me, but nowadays I am successful and my life now has much more purpose and happiness. In the future, I plan to marry and have a large family. My children will be able to grow up as privileged Americans as well as being good Muslims – the two are not incompatible.
A/N – If anyone wants to suggest a character to have a chapter, suggestions are welcome.