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.

Karada Booming 3rd of July 2016

For the last week, I been chocked, confused and lost, I cried as I felt the agony for those young men who died in the Karada booming! I couldn’t put my words together, my thoughts  were all over the place, I couldn’t sleep or think probably.

Just how did that happen?!
Is it for real?! Is what happening right now for real? or is it just a dram?!

“Please.. please tell me it’s a dream, this can not be happening now! at least not in the last days of the holy month of Ramadan just few days before Eid Al-Fitr ..!!”