Sunday, 1 August 2010

The Book Of My Life

In each chapter of this book, I’m going to talk about so many different remarkable incidents I have experienced in my life. Some of them are going to be too personal as I can’t write about anything unless it meant a lot to me.


Chapter One


I was born in Jeddah city. A big busy city located in the western cost of Saudi Arabia. MY family is originally from Makkah which is about 70 km far from Jeddah.



Jeddah




Makkah



I have three brothers and only one sister who I am so close to.

My parents got into fights since i was 5, this continued for years. They used to fight about anything, they often tried to invent problems from nothing so they can stay mad at each other for months.


My 3 brothers, sister and I got used to that tensed lifestyle. In fact, we used to find it weird when they weren’t fighting!

Although It was like growing up in world war ||| I have tried not to get affected by that, I was a very good student at school, I had lots of friends, my teachers used to like me very much and all my cousins tried to be friends with me.


However, I was too ashamed from the fact that my parents hate each other. I kept denying it even to myself. When I was a little kid I used to draw family portraits that show how a happy family we are.








I wanted everyone to think that we are a perfect family so I was pretending that we don’t have any problems because I hated the way people showed pity toward us after they hear about the fights between my Mom and Dad. I wanted to believe that we are a happy family although I knew that happiness is very far away from us deep inside.


In spite of all that, I would have to say that I had a good childhood. My parents were always very good to me, and I can't remember a time when I didn't feel loved by them. I used to be my Dad’s spoiled girl, I always believed that he loves me way more than my sister which I used to like very much :D.


My mom and I have been best friends, and I have never ever felt like I couldn't tell her something. They gave me everything I wanted but not everything I needed. I know that they sacrificed a lot for me and I will be forever grateful.

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  2. Ghadah, I understand to an extent how you feel, as my parents also got divorced when I was a little older than you. All I can say is time does help or heal... See you later. For now you have this wonderful opportunity to live and study here, I hope you get the most out of your time here. It's a joy to read your work...:)Keep experimenting with different genres - as you've excelled at the autobiographical/memoir so far.

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