Lost - Selfishness



Lonely Bench - By: Ragesoss

Even though I wanted to remain a child as long as possible, I, finally, grew up to be a teenager.

I still remember what kind of a girl I was - a girl who loves everything,  hates everyone except her friends.

My friends meant everyone for me. As long as I have them, I wouldn't need anyone else.

I would do anything for them. I would never be lonely again.

So, can you imagine how sad I was, when I lost my only best friend?

I call it "my first experience with selfish people"!

The Beginning - My Mother

Mom's Favorites: Galaxy bar, French Macarons, Bounty and KitKat bars, and Rose Madeleines

As I promised, I am trying to post some pieces of my diaries.

The first one is my beloved seven-year-old. It introduced me to writing, if I remember correctly.

To me, it means everything - to start, stay firm, aim for the stars, thank, and love.

Reading this gives me a feeling of innocence -  a feeling of childhood.

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My Mother...

The most gentle word I can ever say. The most beautiful feeling my heart can describe.

Like a garden of love, or a sea of purity. She is the gift of God, and the giver of kindness.

The best person ever stepped on earth - Prophet Mohammed, peace be upon him,  advised us to take care of her.

A Blooming Flower..

Breezes of freedom starts blowing..

The dark night starts to fade.. The light struggles to embrace the horizon..

The hope is shining..

The dream is blooming..

And I step forward, toward my goals.

Where the Preparatory Year ends, my life begins!

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Sorry Agatha Christie. "Endless Night" doesn't exist.

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The shadows of my dream are being colored. Just like when the sunlight breaks into my dark room, my dream is trying gradually to sneak into my life.

I can see it clearly - My dream is not only a dream anymore.

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Year after another, sweet and sour days all pass.

As much as I go forward, my memories take me back. Simply put, I can't stop remembering.

Only my memories can push me forward, show me what I achieved, and guide me to my goals. They can tell me my favorite story, with all its details - a story that's my joy, sorrow, and pain.

I may write it here, someday!

Updated: 5/17/2012