Ilsalam 3alaikoum :D
Before I begin typing my first post, I would like to inform you that not all the events in my blog are true but some are true, lama aswi an askfm account feel free to ask if this or that event is true or not.
To begin with, ismy a9ayil o ana wa7edat omy o oboy. I won't describe my personality you'll figure it out while reading my blog. loni 7an6awi 3ala tanned o loon 3yooni bony fati7, my eyelashes are long, khashmi z'3eer o my lips are full, sha3ri aswad o 6weel. I'm not that tall or short, fat or thin y3ni 6ooli ma38ool.
Since I was born until about the age of 4 my mom and dad took care of me without the help of a nanny, she didn't want a nanny to touch me so did my dad. My mom took hundreds of pictures and videos of me when I was young whether it was a picture in which we were traveling or a picture in the shalay or a picture with my cousins and family. She wrote the dates in which the photograph was taken on the back of the printed photo and placed them in what seems like a thousand albums. My mom was my first best friend, my dad was my first hero.
Bas lilasaf kil shay t8ayar lama omy 5alatny bilkwait o 3ashat barra 3ashan tadris o takhith ilshahada ily td5lha her dream job, a professor biljam3a. I needed a mom at that time since I was just 5 so my parents decided that I should live with my grandmother from my mom's side. Oboy kan ymir bait yadity kilyoom 3ashan y6aman 3alay o y6al3ny atleast 3 times a week. It was time for me to enter kg 1. I remeber everything that happened in my childhood like it was yesterday I went with my grandmother to this huge private school with a colorful playground that I loved after admiring the playground a blonde teacher wearing a black professional blazer with a knee length skirt. 8ablatny while asking questions about shapes and colors she kept drawing red check marks after every word I said. She opened her drawer pulling out the smelly stickers with a purple smily face, she put one on my hand and smiled telling me "you're a talented smart little girl congratualtions" I couldn't understand most of what she said but I thanked her for giving me my favorite sticker. I went to my grandmother yelling "ilbnaya il7ilwa 3a6atny ilsticker ilbanfsjiy ila7bha shofay *showing her my hand*" my grandmother told me "3afya 3alla a9ayyil il7ilwa, tadreen ina hathy ra7 t9eer madristich this year" "9ij mama?" "ee 7abeebty" "alllahhh wanasa il7een ana 9irt kbeera mithil 3yal khalti asma'a ily yro7on ilschool"
Omy tye ilkwayt lama ykon 3andha 3i6la and everytime she comes she used to tell "ma buga shay o ared lkwayt o mara7 asafir o akhleech, ok 7abeebty?" I loved it when she came back to kuwait it felt amazing. I did miss my mom, but I wasn't mad that she left me to study until I experienced loneliness...
Enshallah 3jbkom, I'm really sorry I can't post today inshallah bachir I'll post. ee 9a7 my first post ily 3amaty ydakhnoun ily isma 9adma hatha ra7 y6la3 bil 8i9a ba3dain :D
If you're wondering what my twitter account is it is @tragicblogkw
