Part:1
(Love Story)
I woke up to the words of
my mother, my younger sister is at home: the boy who goes to school has not
made breakfast. It's not only this morning that I hear my mother scolding me
for not making breakfast, she even wakes me up to prepare breakfast for me. I
even get angry in the morning when she misses breakfast. Usually when I go to
bed at night, I lie on it for about two hours, I don't just lie on it, I think
about it. I also lie on it for about an hour in the morning.
I often think about the problems in life around me and my family. Life's problems and circumstances are common to all humans, but there is something special about us as a family. But this morning I'm thinking about a problem we have with our younger sisters Muna. We are three boys and Muna is a sister.
Father and mother are also six.
The problem we have is one that most girls have and face in every house where
there are boys and girls. I wonder why the little girl wakes up at five in the
morning and is sometimes killed if she wakes up early or if she refuses? You
see my two older sons killing you, why did you wash my clothes or punch me?
Moms and dads are prone
to mistakes and no wonder they are even worse or sometimes even fatal! I was so
surprised at the stupidity of the family that I just looked at this morning,
and I'm still in my bed. I decided to help my sister and make breakfast in the
morning, but unfortunately, I don't know how to make bread or pancakes. But I
have to learn how to do it first and spend a few mornings in the kitchen. While
I was thinking about the little girl who has problems in the house, I heard my
mother knocking on the door and saying: Munirow, don't you have school this
morning?
Mom I'm getting up I have
school today. I am the only one in the neighborhood who goes to school, my
other siblings could not bear the problems of the school and the other
students. As a result, they stay out of school and education in general. But I
am more resistant than them than I expected, and I have endured discrimination,
racism and contempt for eight years. The problem that the students and even
some of the teachers were coming from me. But this morning I'm starting high
school and will be transferring to a new school. We hope to meet new teachers
and new students.
The reason I changed my
old school is to meet new people who don't know my tribe so that at least I can
get a break from racism and learn more. I hope to experience many new things
today if Allah wills. I had breakfast and got ready. This morning is the only
morning that my sister Muna is appreciated for her work. I said: Brother, thank
you for the breakfast you made for us while I bent down and kissed her on the
head, while she was sitting on the medicine cabinet making breakfast. I added
that in the morning I will make breakfast and, in the morning, she will make
it.
Muna was surprised and
wondered why he was flirting with you today. She looked at me and laughed and
said: Brother Munirow, can you make breakfast for us at the game?
I am learning from you, I
said to Muna brothers, I am leaving in peace. From this al-baaba, it also rises
from where it came out, is the sun which is the opposite of al-baaka. This
morning I feel a new mood and it is very interesting to me, also everything is
beautiful to me and it makes me interesting and attractive. I don't know why,
but I'm probably a high schooler in terms of learning. I am also wearing the
high school uniform that I have dreamed of for a long time. It's charcoal black
pants and a white shirt. I am also wearing new black shoes and a beautiful
watch that I bought yesterday afternoon.
In the afternoon I work most of the time and spend most of my income on clothes and accessories. Even though I am often discriminated against, discriminated against and discriminated against, I show that I am not the poor person. I'm not really the way you talk to me, I'm just like you, and I only know what's wrong with society. Anyway, this morning is a very emotional day for me, I'm thinking about new friends, a new school and why it's more beautiful than before.
I walk
through the city, people and cars are lovingly passing each other. My eyes are
catching businesses, stores and shops that are being sprinkled in front of them
and are just now opening, as they were closed last night. I was walking towards
the school yard. There are long lines of students and everyone in the same
class is standing in line, unfortunately I'm new and I don't know where to
start. I greeted a teacher standing in a corner, I said: My name is Munir Jama.
I am a new student. He said to me: are you among the students starting this
year? I said yes.
He pointed to where my classmates were. I walked up to my group and saw two boys in the eighth grade. The rest of the people are new to me. The school administration and teachers spoke to the students and welcomed the newcomers. After that, the principal of the school, who is a gray old man with a big mustache and a doctor's hat on his head, took us to the room where we were going to study. He seems to be a very harsh and ruthless old man as I can tell from his words. This year it is new to me that girls or girls will be in the class with us and we will study together. Whereas in the old school, the boys attended separately and the girls separately.
I am very interested in this matter that we girl’s study together,
but I can't say why. Once upon a time, a girl who was blessed by God entered
the class, and the fact that a lot of time was spent on her appearance is a
testimony to her creation.
It was like the sun just walked into the classroom. She is a tall and slender woman, with a long nose set on her face. Kollay, if the money is distributed, there is a lot of controversy about the person who receives it, and it is negotiable. Her belts are tied together, two big winged eyes, white teeth like those of a child who have not yet erupted and two lips that have been made into a fence.
The student is sitting and I think she is fine. She walked through the classroom with a smile and sat in a chair at the back. I'm sure she changed the mood of all the boys, but she chose me as a teacher.
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