So, after my second year of college, Al Monajed school kicked me out because of my poor performance.
We started going to schools again and no school accepted me. I spent weeks and weeks in tears wondering if the school would accept me.
Eventually, I was accepted into a public school. In the afternoon I was looking for my class, the Arabic teacher wore a niqab, a garment that hides the face of the woman, pushed me asking me to enter class with a hard way, fortunately I had my old primary school friends there.
Everything was going well until the day I had to go to the clinic to do an operation on my back. When I was in the room, the nurses came to give me the syrup in my hand, it hurt a lot, in the operating room they gave me a pecure so that I didn't hurt.
After the operation they took me back to my hospital room, I was in so much pain. In the afternoon my father and my brother Younes came, after a minute the nurses came with a very delicious soup.
