The book of my life's destiny is full of chapters of the anguish I have experienced, finding myself in it before I knew myself.
Just as blood flows through every part of the human body, so does the pain of life flow through it.
Every child is closer to his mother than to his mother who tries to distance herself from him. The failure to have a good mother leads him to a life of misery and sorrow.
I don't know what happiness is, I don't know how it is made, I don't know where to find it, sometimes I sit and cry with tears, wondering if anyone has the same destiny as me?
Of course, each person has their own style of destiny and how it comes to them, but mine turned out differently.
The story of my life is deeply shocking, shocking, and even terrifying.
Every heart that God has planted faith in will be moved to tears upon hearing my story, while many eyes will shed tears as they listen to the story of my life.
Nice is the first daughter on my father's side, on my mother's side she was married before my father and she had one child with her ex-husband YAYA FAWAS, but we all live together with him.
Our mother, Haj. Juwahir, is not afraid of her bad behavior. No one has ever witnessed her lack of self-respect, that is, shame. On the other hand, my father turned his back on her and loved her life, as she was more interested in worldly things.
She does all the housework for us, but the only thing that ruins this good work for her is the need to clean the house or water it.
She bought this house and spent the day praising Abba. She failed to understand the burden of his three marriages on her, she ignored the burden of our upbringing on her, and chose the world over improving her own character.
Just as cocoa is enjoyed in every good home, our Ummah enjoys beer in the courtyard of our home, in the name of Sana'a.
It was a morning filled with fun as the large palm trees planted in the courtyard of our house swayed in the breeze. It was a heart-warming atmosphere, as the previous night, there had been a rainstorm, which had made the city even cooler.
I was sitting in the corner of the room he owned, a mattress that was lying on the floor and a bathroom on one side of the room.
I was getting ready to go to school and putting on my socks when Fawas entered his room with a greeting. I responded with a smile on my face. He sat down next to me and took the socks from my hand and began to try to understand what he was saying.
“My cute angle, aren't you done getting ready yet or do you want to make it late?”
With a smile, I said, “No, brother, Fawas, I'm almost done, so come in.”
“You're not nearly finished yet, so I'll come and help you prepare.”
He finished learning the ropes and took my hand and we came out. Lying on the mat, we saw our Umman closing her eyes as if she was sleeping. We slowly moved closer to where she was on the ground. In a low voice, Fawas grabbed my ear and said,
“Sister, should we get up or should we leave?”
I said, “How about Fawas, if we wake up and say something, she will tell us to just leave.”
"Okay".
"Just brother Fawas," he said, holding my hand tightly as we made our way out of the house.
As if from above, we heard Umma's voice shouting at us, and we all turned around in shock. At that moment, our bodies started shaking. I didn't even notice the sound of that terrifying sound because I was so scared that anything that could shock me quickly was thunder.
Kamoni, brother Fawas, was very
