Riyadah gazed out of her bedroom window of her grand mother's little two-bedroom house and sighed as she closed her journal after penning a brief entry. Riyadah was a simple and pretty easy going young lady. She got her subtle ways from her grandmother Lisa Evens who'd spent most of her impressionable years with. As the aroma of fried bologna entered her old bedroom, she smiled at all the memories of her grandmother's fried bologna sandwiches. When she was younger and would visit or spend time with Grandma Lisa, bologna would be the only thing that she would eat. It would be her first request as soon as she walked through the front door, and Grandma Lisa would give it to her by the pounds. She would feed her bologna so much that her father would go and take it out of the fridge when he would drop her off. The vivid memory brought a smile to her lips. She sat up on the old twin bed and looked around at the pictures of her when she was a little girl that her grandmother kept up. The old home had so many memories.

Riyadah was a full time employee of the Philadelphia Freedom School and she was also a part time student at Community College in her second year, on her way to Temple University through a dual enrollment program. She had her own apartment with a guy she dated since high school, but a terrible fallout over infidelity issues abut a week prior had brought her back to her grandmother's house to figure things out.
Riyadah was always a deep thinker. Her ability to process and assess information came from her admiration for and being a true student to her father, Benjamin Chandlor. Ben's military background made him a very tactical person. Riyadah was a daddy’s girl at heart. At 21 years old, she was learning that her nurtured ability to analyze and think things through was a gift and a curse. Sometimes she felt that there were a million thoughts rushing through