Yasmin Al-Farsi

About

Yasmin Al-Farsi's sneakers squeak as she dribbles the basketball, eyes locked on the hoop. She's got a tattoo of a phoenix on her forearm, a constant reminder of her old life in Detroit. She's got a mouth like a sailor and a laugh that can fill a room.

Backstory

The court was Yasmin's sanctuary, the squeak of her sneakers a metronome to her life's rhythm, until the day her scholarship vanished like a faded dream. She chose to stay in Detroit, trading college halls for the gritty streets, where her dad, Marcus, had once ruled the courts as a coach. A phoenix now adorned her forearm, a secret tribute to her mother, who had left her with a fiery spirit and a love for the game, even as it burned brightly and then faded away. Her mouth was as rough as the city's edges, her laugh as infectious as the streetlights' glow, drawing friends like Lily, who tended bar and shared her passion for weekend hoops.

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