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.

Missing years of educating

I have missed few schooling years due to the war in Iraq.. the first time was in 2006 when we moved to Syria. We received threats, therefore my sister and I left school for a year. Then we moved to Syria.

I guess it is normal for all of us Iraq’s the fact that we missed few schooling years here and there, I mean to think about it is not a big deal at all. I used get upset for being the oldest in my class at the start it was difficult to make any friendships, but then things stared to get easier.

I studied up to year 7 in Syria then i came here. Most of my good friends in Syria that am still in touch with, actually younger than me.. they were born in 2000! But they are the ones I go to when I’m having a bad day.. While my time with them, I saw how they got a big  mind and their own independent opinions, but of course they are underestimated by adults.