The Cold Worm Winter – 2013

When I remember 2013,  I see it as in two parts.. The first part is when I was still living in Syria, in year 7. While the other half is when I left everyone without saying goodbye and came here. I’ll be talking about my first part.. Because it plays such a big role on my life..
It was cold, very cold like freezing. The entire city was wearing its white dress from all the snow ❄ that was covering it. 2013 just started, to be more specific it was new years eve. I was wearing red and white knitted jumper, older sister was wearing dark green shirt, younger sister was wearing a  purple coat, mum was wearing a red coat and dad as heaps of layers. We brought a cake and went to celebrate it with our close friends who lived across the street..  They were and still like my family, even closer than my family. I started 2013 sounded with love and with hopes something will finally change.

To my Saturday school family

ALERT! This Going To Be a Long Post

On Saturday the 24.09.2016 was my Saturday school Graduation. Which means no more Arabic school. It was a very emotional day for me, it’s hard knowing that I’ll wake up every Saturday from now on and not needing to go to Saturday school nor seeing any of my classmates or teacher. I loved my Arabic class a lot, they are my family.. even closer than family to me.

My Arabic class was like my family all of us considered our teacher as our second mother. She was the most kind, loving and caring human. She was so humble and simple person when we asked her what are doing with family this year on Eid / 3eed she said I’ll go with my children and husband to foster house just like every Eid. ❤

My classmates.. they all have their own different personality that makes each one of them special to me. We all are from different nationalities. We have one girl from Kuwait,  two Lebanese, two Egyptian, two Jordanian, four Syrian and seven Iraqi’s including myself. I’ll tell you how we are divided in my class.

Becoming one of the White Helmet

I haven’t written anything for so long.. heaps of things happened I wanted to write about and express my thoughts towards in the last few months.. but I just couldn’t find time, to be honest not that I have time right now.. specially that my final exams starting in less than a month.. but I still have done 0% studying .

Anyway, back to this blog. One of the things I wanted to talk about was an incident happened in Iraq, Kirkuk. Where a 12 years old child.. focus on me when I “12 years old child” was arrested by the copse in Iraq.. He was defined as “suicide bomber.”