اني ما قريت ملزمه عقيل مال الالفية كلها و حولت على غير ملزمه مال وزاريات لان تدوخ. و كذلك الملزمه مالته عفتها و اعتمدت على ملزمه حمزة، اكو مشكله؟ الي قاري عليهن، اكو اشياء ذاكرها عقيل و ما ذاكرها حمزة؟
عود صدك الاسئلة بس من الكتاب حتى القطع ميحتاج اقرى غير اسئله الكتاب و النشاط؟
"pain comes with great advantages, one of which was meeting such an ambitious person whom I could look up to. thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for your presence in this journey. maybe I'll never get the pleasure of meeting you again. but your memory will always hold a place in my mind.
I’ve witnessed how you can be your own worst enemy, I had to experience losing to my own body. and I felt as though I was being held with chains by my own flesh. I’ve questioned everything I've known since the day I was born. my existence, my potential, and whether this was punishment for that 12yo girl who knew nothing of the world outside her school. 6 years later and I still remember everything vividly, not realizing my friends grew up and aren’t the same people I knew 6 years ago. it’s still hard to accept that life didn’t stop when I did. everything evolved and sometimes I still think of things and dreams in terms of "what if"- if life took a different path, they’d still get the chance to live. I’m still trying to fill the gap of what happened, of how I, the bright kid at school who everyone swore that they’ll be "something" ended up the one whose name is the answer to "who was that smart kid who got so ill that they stopped going to school?" in chatters. my relationships became distant. why would you still be friends with someone you haven’t seen in 6 years? and search for the answer to how did I go from growing up to falling apart. I started living in my head more than I live in my house. every encounter felt forced. every thought took three pathways in my what-if examinations. my body was fighting itself and I was fighting my own thoughts. it's always me vs me yet a 2 vs 2 situation. I’ll never get to live what I lost, but I get to live what’s coming. yet, what coming is unknown. I have no idea of what I'll meet on the other side just like how that child didn't know what was waiting for her. I remember very clearly the moment of my downfall. it was the moment that my timeline split in two. I could count on infinite fingers how many times I wished to pass away during one of my hospital sessions. and how many times I questioned if I deserved this as a punishment for some kind of mysterious sin that I didn't know I committed, or for a rotten heart that never wished anyone ill. and today, I think the answer is yes, I do deserve it. but not because I’m evil but because it’s godsent. and anything godsent is something that should be welcomed by heart, no matter good or bad. I’ve completely coped with the fact that this is what god wanted for me, and I accept it. if there was anything I would change, it wouldn’t be this."
pain comes with great advantages, one of which was meeting such an ambitious person whom I could look up to. thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for your presence in this journey. maybe I'll never get the pleasure of meeting you again. but your memory will always hold a place in my mind.
I’ve witnessed how you can be your own worst enemy, I had to experience losing to my own body. and I felt as though I was being held with chains by my own flesh. I’ve questioned everything I've known since the day I was born. my existence, my potential, and whether this was punishment for that 12yo girl who knew nothing of the world outside her school. 6 years later and I still remember everything vividly, not realizing my friends grew up and aren’t the same people I knew 6 years ago. it’s still hard to accept that life didn’t stop when I did. everything evolved ane sometimes I still think of things and dreams in terms of "what if"- if life took a different path, they’d still get the chance to live. I’m still trying to fill the gap of what happened, of how I, the bright kid at school who everyone swore that they’ll be "something" ended up the one whose name is the answer to "who was that smart kid who and got so ill that she stopped going to school?" in chatters. my relationships became distant. why would you still be friends with someone you haven’t seen in 6 years? and search for the answer to how did I go from growing up to falling apart. I started living in my head more than I live in my house. every encounter felt forced. every thought took three pathways in my what-if examinations. my body was fighting itself and I was fighting my own thoughts. it's always me vs me yet a 2 vs 2 situation. I’ll never get to live what I lost, but I get to live what’s coming. yet, what coming is unknown. I have no idea of what I'll meet on the other side just like how that child didn't know what was waiting for her. I remember very clearly the moment of my downfall. it was the moment that my timeline split in two. I could count on infinite fingers how many times I wished to pass away during one of my hospital sessions. and how many times I questioned if I deserved this as a punishment for some kind of mysterious sin that I didn't know I committed or for a rotten heart that never wished anyone ill. and today, I think the answer is yes, I do deserve it. but not because I’m evil but because it’s godsent. and anything godsent is something that should be welcomed by heart, no matter good or bad. I’ve completely coped with the fact that this is what god wanted for me, and I accept it. if there was anything I would change, it wouldn’t be this.
I’ve witnessed how you can be your own worst enemy, I had to experience losing to my own body. and I felt as though I was being held with chains by my own flesh. I’ve questioned everything I've known since the day I was born. my existence, my potential, and whether this was punishment for that 12yo girl who knew nothing of the world outside her school. 6 years later and I still remember everything vividly, not realizing my friends grew up and aren’t the same people I knew 6 years ago. it’s still hard to accept that life didn’t stop when I did. everything evolved ane sometimes I still think of things and dreams in terms of "what if"- if life took a different path, they’d still get the chance to live. I’m still trying to fill the gap of what happened, of how I, the bright kid at school who everyone swore that they’ll be "something" ended up the one whose name is the answer to "who was that smart kid who and got so ill that she stopped going to school?" in chatters. my relationships became distant. why would you still be friends with someone you haven’t seen in 6 years? and search for the answer to how did I go from growing up to falling apart. I started living in my head more than I live in my house. every encounter felt forced. every thought took three pathways in my what-if examinations. my body was fighting itself and I was fighting my own thoughts. it's always me vs me yet a 2 vs 2 situation. I’ll never get to live what I lost, but I get to live what’s coming. yet, what coming is unknown. I have no idea of what I'll meet on the other side just like how that child didn't know what was waiting for her. I remember very clearly the moment of my downfall. it was the moment that my timeline split in two. I could count on infinite fingers how many times I wished to pass away during one of my hospital sessions. and how many times I questioned if I deserved this as a punishment for some kind of mysterious sin that I didn't know I committed or for a rotten heart that never wished anyone ill. and today, I think the answer is yes, I do deserve it. but not because I’m evil but because it’s godsent. and anything godsent is something that should be welcomed by heart, no matter good or bad. I’ve completely coped with the fact that this is what god wanted for me, and I accept it. if there was anything I would change, it wouldn’t be this.