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[QUOTE]Originally posted by Corvinous: [QB] Originally posted by Serendipity: I will tell you Elisa I havent thought about physically taking suicide, since I have trust in God and that he will help me. BUt I thought of blocking the whole world around me and lock myself inside my heart and never ever speak again. I have been through a lot! But not more than many ppl around me. I will tell you some so you understand that even in the darkest hour there is hope. My whole family and I were sent to jail when I was only 5 years old In Iraq, where in that jail they used to torture ppl, so every night we didnt sleep cause of all the ppl that cried for help. and every morning we couldnt stop crying cause of all the screams from ppl who were getting tortured. When we were there, my mother got passive abortion where she lost her child who would be my young sister.But there were one soldier, who helped us. He took care of me and my family, gave us free food and helped my mother. and took care of my brother who from the shock he got, wouldnt speak the whole time we were there. After three months we were free, wich didnt last long since the war started to begin inside of iraq, and unfortunatly we lived in the richest place owned mostly by kuwaitis and the centre for the whole war. We were four families, wich would be about 30 ppl. and suddenly the cousin of saddam was standing in our front yard with a tank and dozen of soldiers, ready to bomb our house, and we had 5 minutes to evacuate our house. Imagine 30 ppl divided in 2 cars! and my poor grandmother was very ill, so my father and brother had to carry her and all sat upon eachother on the car so we could drive. and while we were driving, on the left there were saddams ppl shooting at the other side wich were against saddams regime. and we were driving in the middle. we were sure that we would die in the seconds that would come, but suddenly two men who covered their faces with garments which showed only their eyes, jumped on our car, covered the front screen and protected us against any shooting from both sides. as we came safely out of there, without any of us hurt. we went to our old house, where we didnt have any money, food or any clothing. for ten minutes ago we were one of the richest ppl in iraq, and now we didnt have anything beside some few dollars that my grandmother had kept with her. So we were sleeping on a cold floor, and the pillow became our shoes, and dinner became the cookies we got from the neighbors. And with the little money we had our little family of 6 ppl esacped to Indonesia, it was urgent since both my father and brother was wanted by the government and they were wanted to be killed. (since in iraq everyone who got at the age of 16 should be in the military and if not you would be killed). After escaping there we had to move from hotel to hotel, since the police and spies of saddam were haunting us, the police cause we were illegal immigrants and saddam cause we escaped as we were wanted killed. But there were good ppl there who would help us with cheaper payment for the stay in the hotel and everything that would help us survive that. so after having the fear of dying iin six months we were saved by the UN who gave us the blessing of being excepted in Norway where we went. after being there for a while, our uncles called and said their lives are in danger and saddam is killing ppl without any reason and they feared for their lives. as we didnt have any money extra to help them. My brother and sister had to work, while my father had to qualify his doctor license from the beginning again, wich meant 6 years of med school all over again. My brother and sister would work anything, selling flowers at the streets, newspapers, construction work and so on. and at home we didnt have any money left just for the most important thing as bread, milk and so on. but what made it all seem easy was that all of us supported eachother, and never complained about it, quite the opposite tried to figure out how to make things better. After I grew older, me and my other brother started to work too, mainly as fake tatto painters in the capital. even it was very diff and very hard work, i got to see many strange ppl wich i learned a lot from. Not to mention when we came we lived in this village place in norway, where we were one of the few foreigners here. where the whole town were against us, they called us names, and humiliated us. My story is pretty long, wich still there are some chapters left. But I think this is enough for you to read What I am saying that no matter how bad life must be, there is always some light. maybe you dont see it now. but it will come. belive me. BUt dont give up. If my mother had given up, my father would be dead now. If my brother and sister gave up my uncles would either be dead or near death. and if I gave up, well you wouldnt be reading my story be strong elisa, there is no greater force than hope and no more precious than to keep it strong. [/QB][/QUOTE]
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