The Book Of My Life (Part Two)

Chapter Two

The Toughest Time Of My Life

By the time I turned 17, my parents got divorced. Since that happened, nothing in my life is the same anymore. They got divorced in a summer holiday which I will never forget for the rest of my life.



I have experienced all kinds of emotions that humans can experience in two months only.

I was so angry about Mom and Dad, afraid that if one of them leaves, I would lose him/her forever, guilty because it might be my fault that they split up, soo embarrassed and didn’t want anyone to know about it, lonely because no one will understands what I’m going through, lost, worried and sad.
I also felt relieved somehow, I thought it’s going to be less stressful at home this way. Apparently, I was sooo verrry wrong!










We used to live in Jeddah before my parents got divorced. After the divorce, my father decided to take us to Makkah where his family live. He has a big house there so he decided we should move there to stay close to his family!



This part was the hardest. Because if we moved to Makkah, we won’t be able to see Mom everyday,,,
If we moved to Makkah, we would have to go to a new school and have new friends,,,
if we moved to Makkah, we would leave our lovely house where we belong, where we shared bitter and sweet memories together,,,



but yes,, we did move to makkah!

although the two cities are very close,it was like traveling to another country for me. I had a culture shock !!

Many things were so different. People in makkah are more conservative which required me to act in a different way at many occasions. I miss everything in Jeddah. Going to the mall every weekend with my friends, watching a movie at the gym :D :D , having a nice meal at a fancy restaurant. I couldn't do any of these things in Makkah. I felt so lonely. I can write pages about how bad I felt while I was there. I felt homesick although I was in my own country with my own family !

Dealing with all these changes was so difficult for me. I hated everything there. The house, the school, the people, even my Dad! I hated him so much that summer although he was trying his best to satisfy me.


One year after that, my father finally agreed that we can move back to Jeedah. So we did immediately.


I joined King Abdulaziz University, started to study English Language.

I began to get used to my new life . I even started to like it because it is less stress at home and I’m happy to have special time alone with each of my parents.


Everything was going ok, of course, I was still having hard time trying to play the role of a messenger between my parents but It was fine I would say. I was doing great at university, had fun with my friends, and got a scholarship to the UK :D



I still live with the dream that both my father and mother will get back together one day. Who knows!