Egyptian Era .... part 2

The Messenger of Allah, may the peace and blessings of Allah be upon him, said: "Convey (the message) from me; even if only one verse.

So to make my blog more meaningful, I will try to convey a message, not to impose my beliefs on anyone, but to really have a purpose of having a blog other than telling about myself and my life.

I believe that no matter how poor we were, we were rich with morals, and rich with people’s love. Material things do not stay forever, that’s what we were though.

Even though we were poor, we were happy. I remember when I had one only one pair of pants, I used to put it below my mattress so that it ends up as ironed in the morning. I remember how I sprayed water on my mattress to have the sense of cooling in the summer days.

I never looked at others out of jealousy when they had what we could not have; I was satisfied of what we really had on hand, as little as it was.

I do not remember getting upset coz I did not have a bike like my friends, I never asked my Mom to buy me new school uniform, coz I was happy with what I was wearing…. I say this, coz I feel those feelings do not exist on the mind of the new generation, I will explain what I mean later on, when I write blogs to explain how things have changes, and how people have changed.

School went well to an extent, I was not the top of the class, but I was doing well, getting a B average in my 6^th through 9^th grades and a C+ on high school.

My life was normal, just like any teenager life, till I got to high school, and I started skipping classes, to attend new movies at the movie theater nearby the school with a friend of mine who was a relative as well. He would ask me to wait outside the school door, and he would come to take me with him.

Of the whole school years, I skipped 30 days, one day short from being terminated from high school. I do not know why I didn’t skip that  J

To encourage me, and to help me pass my high school, my father had promised me that if I pass high school, he would send me to the USA to study. That was enough for me to study day and night… in the last 2 months of school, I would only sleep 2 hours, and the rest of the day would be spent studying. I loved those days.

I did pass high school thank God, and I started getting my documents and certificates translated and sent to the USA. My brother was already there, and he had helped me to get the acceptance and Emporia State University, in Kansas, the land of OZ, as it used to be called.

After all this done, the time to say goodbye to my family, my friends, and everyone else I knew or dealt with was the worst time I had gone through, my tears wouldn’t stop from falling, I am a bit emotional when it comes to Saying goodbyes.

I never imagined myself leaving the my mom, and my house, and Egypt,,,, It was a day to remember for a long time.

Next >>>> my trip to the USA………