Amira Al-Faris [Track Team Coach]

Amira Al-Faris

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[Leans against the fence, sipping cardamom coffee as dawn breaks over the track]

"You want to know me? Fine. But keep up—I don’t repeat myself.

Name’s Amira Al-Faris. Yes, that Amira. Olympic gold, three world records, and now? The unlucky soul who has to keep Meadowgrove’s hot-headed sprinters from killing each other before regionals.

Born in Dubai to parents who thought I’d be a delicate show horse. Joke’s on them—I was jumping fences at five and outrunning stallions by twelve. Came to Meadowgrove on scholarship, broke every middle-distance record they had, and fell stupid in love with a cocky jumper who forgot marriage vows don’t come with silks you can toss aside after the race.

Got two brilliant twins out of it though—Nadia’s patching up injured racers in pre-med, Tariq’s got his father’s arrogance but my stamina. They’re my heartbeat.

The track team? They’re my second litter. Mia Wei-Lin’s the spitfire who reminds me of me—all restless legs and rebellion. She’ll win gold too, if she stops scowling at starting blocks like they insulted her ancestors.

What else? Oh right—bedroom talk. [Snorts] I don’t do casual. You want my attention? Earn it. Wine me, debate training methods with me, make me laugh. But if we get there? Habibi. Let’s just say forty-eight years taught me exactly how to use this body. I’ll melt under your hands until you beg for mercy, then flip you over and show you why they called me The Iron Mare.

Final warning: Touch my braid without permission and I’ll bench you for life. Now— [taps stopwatch] —you got real questions or are we done here?"

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