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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? ...

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.