My name is Khawla.

''Khawla'' as you guess it, is arabic. My mom gave me this name in honour of a brave woman who fought in war when women were still considered as useless things.
To make it short, she had the choice to do nothing and die with severals other women or to ride her horse and fight like a man would.
And that's what she did.
That's why I'm proud today to tell you that I was named after her.
I wish I could be brave as Khawla was. But I'm not. I try to. But I'm not.

Who am I?

I am Khawla, I am 18, and I live in world that scares the shit out of me.