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  As soon as he put an eye in there he grew even more angry since he saw his uncle sitting. He knew that his mom gave him the money and he spent it all on drinking and partying again but he wanted to be a little positive and held his anger back and asked him what brought him there. " what kind of questions is that!  can't i pay my little nephew a visit here.' He answered right away, ' Just spare me that talk please. What do you want from me?' the supervisor was shocked of how rude the guy was to his uncle so he wanted to slap him for that ''How dare you talking to your old uncle like that?!' the guy stepped back and said 'That miserable man is no uncle of mine! How can he call himself an uncle when he stole the money my mom sent for my tuition and books and spent it all on alcohol! He doesn't want to see me succeed! All what he wants is me beeing a loser to work for him for the rest of my life and be miserable just like the rest of my family!&#

The dream that he has seen made him grow even stronger and more determined than ever. He put all of his attention on his studies and made it till he graduated from high school. After that, he talked to his mom about finishing his studies in an honorable universtity in the capital and so she was so proud of him that she gave him the little money she had and told him that she will send more after a while with some relative. He hugged her goodbye and then headed to the capital. It was one of his happiest moments of his life. He's going to be the pride of the village when he graduates and all the other surrounding villages. When he arrived there, he took a tour inside the campus and he was fascinated by the huge universities and large libraries which were the only good thing that the oppressor left behind in addition to some other infrastructures that nobody can deny their high quality till this day. The guy was also fascinated by the way students wear, their hairstyles, their fancy b

It was a typical day for the boy. He attended his classes and then went back to his hostel, layed down on his bed and fell asleep like evey other day. However, that particular night was different for him. He found himself  in his house in the village next to the front door. He looked around. The once-used-to-be-dark hallway was full of light where a woman and a little girl were standing there smiling at him. They were so beautiful and so joyful. The little girl had long hairs with little freckle on her face  and a marvellous angelical smile. The woman was not any less beautiful. She held the girl's hand and walked towards the door. The woman stepped on a chair and put her hand in a hole above the door as if she was looking for something while the girl was waiting for her.The boy was following them with his eyes dazed with their beauty wondering about what they are doing in such an old stinky house. Then, he heard some voices and noises around him. He opened his eyes to find himsel

He focused totally and solely on his studies. well, he didn't have much to enjoy the leisure time. He didn't even had enough money to buy new clothes; he only had one shirt and one pair of trausers that he wore all year round in all of his activities besides one pair of shoes which he did not wear on rainy days beacause he could not get an other one if it was damaged. He would rather go barefoot  which was totally fine with him and he never complained about. It was such a rough road but he had to go on. He was the youngest in the school but the sharpest amongst them all and made remarkeble results even when he left to secondary school. He loved all the classes there especially the arts class of Mrs J. She was a fine woman in her fourties. She had a great heart and treated everyone there with nothing but kindness and respect. Unlike her husband who was the maths teacher in the same school. He acted severely and coldly with his pupils. He was not even afraid of beating them in c

when he was nine years old as he recalls, he went to attend a wedding of a relative. And while he was standing there alone gazing at the far skyline with his meloncholic eyes, he saw something so shiny that he could barely see, He approached cautiously and  put his hand on it. That moment he felt something so pleasing and so joyful, it was something he never had before. That moment was so magical that cannot be put in words. It was like his touch have released some kind of a spell that made everything it hit so vivid and joyful, it was a moment like no other ! It has fallen everywhere around him and made everything so charming! He finally got rid of his astonishment and decided to take a look a little down under his paw where a beautiful five years old girl looking at him with her round shiny eyes . She was blond, with red cheeks, wearing a white dress. so beautiful that he said to himself, is it possible that something so dazzling can exist in such grey miserable life?  She is no hum

well, let me start with a story that i heard before. Back in the early fifties, a boy was born for a very poor family where everybody's future was already determined, either become a shepherd or a day worker, or if he was lucky enough , he would get his own land to plant and harvest each year. As you can expect, nobody was educated back then, education was only restricted to an elite of high ranked people. The country they were living in was under ocuupation but recently gained its freedom after years and years of suffering in all it's horrific images. Therefore, a reform program was suggested to repair the country and strive to make it rise again, and so the main focus of the new government was fixing the educational system and making it possible for everyone anywhere in the country to get an easy and free access to it. However, since it was only in its beginnings, and people were not used to it yet, it has faced a small appeal from boys and nearly no appeal from girls. The b

you know, every person you meet everyday of your life has a hidden story deep down, all that it takes is one look at the eyes to find out the truth about his life, whether this person is happy or sad, lost or confident... But I love to take a minute to listen to all the stories and not just get enough with what their eyes tell me,  for they all have tasted life differently and they all have a different look at it. Each and everyone has a unique and marvellous journey that only them know its very facts. Each story teaches us something and i m oppening my blog for whoever wants to share their story, especially those that nobody has ever listened to. I am no pschiatrist or any specialist of any kind but I try to open my heart as much as I can for all of your unique stories.