Isn't shame to be poor, but it is a shame when you think thst poverty is a shame..

In Our class there is a girl, nick name for her will be Manny.
Manny is a poor girl, solitary girl, and nice- as I thought from the beginning-.
When I tried to be nearer towards her, I found her very nice girl - I was right-

"hello dear good morning, how are you?" I said
" hello, I'm fine and you?" she replied.

This was the first talking between us.
Then I began to try to reach her inside.
She is very calm and humble girl. I noticed that the girls don't talk to her at all, they even when need to ask her about some subject, they behave very badly.
I don't like their behavior with her, and don't like to explain this.

When I sked some girl" why do I see most girl don't talk to Manny?"
" Manny , talking to manny?!!! he, Girl? do you love to talk to many? she is poor girl, even she doesn't know the meaning of........." the girl replied.
You notice that I meant to put ........ instead of the remaining words.
I didn't expect to hear them.

Is There any Shame of being POOR!!!!
No at all.
The one becomes rich when he owns the other hearts by being good and sweet and kind and not he one who owns all money of the world.
These girl don't know what is the meaning of leip someone else.
This is horrible and sad.
Absolutely, I don't listen to them.
I expect that Manny and I can create nice couple to help the others and to make them happy.

Don't you think that poverty is fault, but the fault is when you think that the poverty is fault.

Sandybelle

Hope for life

These were the first two weeks of school.
New year, new beginning and maybe new life.

Here is the routine.

In the first week, almost, everything was normal, with the except of seeing the warplanes in the sky,this tell us how horrible is the situation( we see the American planes everyday in the sky, but not the warplanes.But this time this was different).
There is an office of police and national guards near our school ( it is about 500 kilometers far from school), and the citizens say that this office has been threatened by terrorists( just like all the other offices of policemen in the city).
The office will be destroyed in any time, there will be alot of victims, maybe I'll be one of them or any one of my close teachers!
Oh, God Forbid!!
In the fifth morning of the first week, I spent 2 hours in the car, from street to another.
All the streets were locked, we still at this suffer of the delay of going to school and coming home.
I hope all these bad things will be finished soon.

In the school, at the beginning, we came to know the teachers, closely.
Every teacher has her own style, but the all seemed to be nice.
Every teacher gives us hard homework, but this is normal.

But the teacher of Biology is really not good, we had a sudden exam of biology!!
Sudden exam!! the question were hard.
Ahhh, befor I forget, I have to tell you that we don't have clinical exams in biology.Just exams on papers, and absolutely this seems very bad.
In French, the teacher's style is very dangerous and maybe hard for some girls.
Many girls say that she doesn't have good style of teaching, but even though the teacher was not good, we have to study well to get high marks.
We had an edition in English today, I did well.
The edition was of a nice reading section, about education, and how some countries used to use the schools that trevels to teach the children who live in large areas of land far from the main cities and towns( rural places), this is very nice to try to reach the knowledge to every child, to let him/her discover his/her own new world.
When I read this section for the first time, I felt very sad about the large number of children who don't go to school and don't get knowledge.Even on our road to school in the morning, we see some children moved by cars to places where they have to work to earn their living. It is so horrible, especially when you see them looking at you with look full of hatred.
It isn't their guilty to hate, no at all.
It is just because they can't go to school like us.
I hope I'll do something good for every uneducated man.

On Sunday, we'll have exam of chemistry, and on Monday, there will be an exam of mathematics, I'll try to do my best to get high marks.

Everything is ok, up to now.
I suffer nightmares in the night.
I hope they'll leave my head soon.

with my love,

Sandybelle

Learning sandybelle

A friend of mine asked me to change the word" insured'' with'' guarded'' in my post about Iraqis' ways of celebrating.
Thank you sir,
Your notices are very useful.

Sandybelle

Touched heart

Today I went to school, officially, the first day.
All girls wore the uniform( it is consisting in black skirt and white shirt).
I met my classmates and teachers.
" happy feast for you" I said to everyone, even the watchman.

I missed someone.
Ran, she was real friend. I have no real friends, but her.
She was always supporting me in my hopeless moments, she was always listening to me.
I went to the place where I met her for the first time, I remembered all the nice moments I spent with her.
We exchanged talking about our dreams of living peacefully and without terror.
She was modest and generous and beautiful girl.
Even, an overseer came to get a look about the teachers in our school.
He was specialist in English language.
" are you twins?" he asked us.
" well, not exactly!" we answered happily.

She was Christian. And I'm Moslem.
Our friendship shows all the world that there will be no difference among the religions if the heats love and help each other.
There are many people think that Iraqis are racists, absolutely, this isn't true at all.
Iraqis love each other, but in Iraq and like any other country, there are bad guys, they try to control the situation to give wrong look about Iraqis and to destroy them.
We understand what we face, this will not make us feel weak or hopeless, olds left many lessons for us, and what we face gives us lessons too.
We will stay strong and brave.

Today, Ran called me, " sandybelle! Are you home this afternoon? I love to visit you"
" yes dear, come in any time".
This was nice surprise.
I immediately arranged my room and got ready to receive her.
I prepared some of my important papers to give her, this can help her in her study.

She came, she told me that her dad was kidnapped again!! They paid 50,000 dollars to release him. They began to feel afraid.
As soon as her dad was released, she and her family left the city.
I hope I'll meet her again, someday.
They feel very sad now, they always go to the church to pray and ask God to give Iraqis the prompt peace.
God bless Ran wherever and whenever she be.

I think God doesn't leave his good serfs without keeping.
Allah always compensates me.
I got new friend.
You are my friend.
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This year, courses seem to be having kind of difficulty.
I don't care, I the study.
I have to concentrate on the study this year.
May God help me to get high marks.
I'll do my best.

Teachers this year are friendly, especially teachers of chemistry and physics.
Teacher of chemistry full of vigor and energy.
Teacher of physics full of calmness.
And I love both them.
Many teachers distinguish between girl and another.
But they all love me, " you have nice soul my dear daughter" every teacher says to me.
This makes me feel high many times, and this make me feel comfortable when I feel sad.
Have nice spirit, you'll feel high forever.
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Today, girls talked about the explosion which happened two days ago.
Some people stayed for 10 hours under the rubble.
Four houses have been destroyed completely, for no raison.
Many of the casualties are in dangerous case.
I hope they will get healthy sooner.

Terrorists are very stupid, they think that they can damage our hearts with this way.
NO
We all say to them.
We all will stay brave and strong.

The terrorists don't know how harmful are these explosions!
Explosions destroy the nature surroundings, they increase the pollution, pollution in water, land and the air.
I'm sure that there will appear new diseases in the future in Iraq, as ruins remains.

Sooner or later, they will know how foolish they were! But that will be after many losses, especially loss of the kindness which has to full everybody's heart.
I hope bad things will be ended.
May God protect the Iraqis and all innocent people in the world.
Stay safe,

Sandybelle

Sometimes I can bear it

I don't know when will I say" thank God, it has gone, everything is perfect"!
Yesterday Was Messy Day.
Yesterday, I woke up( as what I do everyday), I had breakfast, took a bath and read something about .
In the noon, I helped my mom to prepare the lunch, we had fish and rice as well as the salad.
As soon as I said" oh mom, you don't know how hungry I am!!"
Then,
Explosion, no, so very violent explosion.
Home was shaken, bluster and dust.
Then, shooting and immediately the road was locked up.
American helicopters hovered and covered the area.

I felt so exhausted, and quickly went to the bathroom( strong vomit).
Then everything was quite , the street was empty of cars.

We used to put adhesive tape on the windows ( war condition).
Thank God, we had no losses, with the except of horror and fear.
" just because of good things that we did for the others, god did protect us" I said.

Later, I heard from friends we called, that there was truck full of TNT and bombs.
The explosion happened near a police office about 1 kilometer far from home.
At first, I expected it was in our street.

Our neighbor lost some windows and some possessions.
" hello sandybelle, I'm busy of gathering the bits of the glass of windows, hehehe, we don't have windows now!! Don’t worry, we will fix new windows, this is normal, this is the 4th time!!" girl said, when I called her asking her about her family's case.

I decided to go to her home to help her, but the governorate media announced the curfew.
In Ramadan, we prayed a lot and asked Allah to stop these bad things, but nothing has changed, at the opposite, the situation gets worse moment after moment.

Friend of dad's called us, he said that the ambulances are still carrying the injured and the died ones to the hospitals ( after 2 hours of the explosion). There are many victims, some are in very serious case.

Sometimes I feel that evil is stronger than us, we are still hopeful, but maybe hope should mean nothing for us.

Many Iraqis left, some with return and many without.

And I don't know, what about me." I wish I were in the olds era. There were no explosions, no bullets and no terror" sister said.

I am still wondering..

Iraqis celebrate

Iraqis, in the middle of these bad events have their own ways of celebrating.
In the first day of the feast, most families gather at the house of the oldest member of the family, like the grandparents
Relatives exchange wishes( best wishes) and talking about many different subjects, personal( like talking about weddings) and original ( like talking about the situation).

For me, I didn't attend this gathering this year.
Way to Baghdad is dangerous and full of terrorists.
Last year, when I went to Baghdad, there were many terrorists, they kidnapped the travelers, and killed who were from sect differs with theirs.
Our driver was brave, he drove quickly through another way, so we could escape.

In the past, my cousins and I were all spending the time playing and exchanging jokes. We would take al- 3eediyat, and spend it on buying desserts.
We would go to the games city. We would buy some deserts for poor people who can't buy.

Al- 3eediyat is money we take from the parents and uncles and aunts( people who are older than us), as well as grandparents.
We would eat clecha too.

The second day, we would go to friends' homes to felicitate them.
The third day, we would stay at home to receive some visitors.
But this was in the past.
Now, some families are still do the same custom.
As well as, there many people mean to get married or engaged in Eid, to make the happiness twofold.
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Some families spend Eid remembering their dear ones who died by different ways, like : killing, explosions- car bombs, mines, or so-, bullets of random shooting, and many other ways, due to the terrorism.
So, they don't have feast.
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Others, spend Eid playing with the very simple and rusted iron games.
They can't go to the main games city, the situation is horrible and they don't have enough money to go.
This what touch my heart and make me feeling sad many times.
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This year, I saw some hope.
In Baghdad, we have a park called al- zauraa
This park was closed for the 3 years ago.
People were afraid of going there, they could be killed by terrorists.
But this year, fortunately, our brave national guards and policemen guarded the place.
Many people went and spent nice moments there, they had picnics with Iraqi food, yum!!
There was some celebrating arranged by a media channel called al- hurria, the aim of it was to establish the relations among the Iraqis.
Some one asked" can anybody tell me how many sunnis and shiits here? There is big present , 1 million dollars for him "
They all answered with one voice" there is nobody sunni or shii, but just real Iraqi loves Iraq and its citizens".
The question was delusive, to make the others understand the Iraqis, and know them at their reality.
This show me, you and all the world, how brave and united are the Iraqis!!.
I'm so glad for this.
Baghdad and its citizens suffered a lot , and they deserve some happy moments.
I wish I were in Baghdad.
I hope I'll be in Baghdad next year, posting from there saying" hi, I'm in Baghdad, I'm happy, shining day came!!".

God bless our national guards, our policemen, all Iraqis and
You.

The day when our beautiful Sun will shine so calmly will come soon, let's be sure of that.
Sandybelle