My Own Story

I have always loved my old things I do not know how to adapt to new things ° My prayers are silent I do not know how to put my feelings into words ° ^ ° Everyone thinks I do not care and I do not care about anyone I can't say anything that stays in my heart. I can memorize it. I can't break any relationship with my heart. You can understand my selfishness, but I'm sorry! I can't bow before anyone except God in every way 5 years journey 17 years old

 It's been 12 years since they left

 But I still haven't given up

 Never forget your past Sometimes I am scared to sleep, it makes me want to stay up all night and sometimes I want to see Baba's grave crying thinking that it will give me some comfort but it can't happen I can't go there even if I want to. I was crying a lot last night. After crying for a while, my mother turned her hand on my head and I started thinking about her. I don't know when my childhood was closed. ... Then I had a dream Dad was going to meet me saying that I also want to meet him but I can't go !!!!!

 Where people tortured them so much I can forget myself but never those who hurt them !!! .. Indeed Allah is not going to forget His servants