I was born into a conservative, religious family, born to treat all people kindly and kindly, and because my family was a religious family, I sought to do good in all its forms.
It did not occur to me then that some moral standards could be It is subject to the criteria of interest and liquidation, and most morals and transactions are like this and extend to a country, society, or even a family.
My relationship with my parents was completely subject to this standard, and the most important thing for me was honesty in this approach.
In the morning, I opened my eyes and woke up to the sound of the alarm clock at seven o’clock.
It was the most important part of my entire life, which would determine my success in my personal life.
I got dressed and headed to the hall, where my mother, as usual, was arranging the dishes.
I found both my brothers and my father around the table, absorbed in their conversation.
My younger brothers, father, and mother all turned around, their faces beaming with friendliness.
I joined them after they returned my greeting.
My mother poured milk into my cup, winking and saying that it would give me the energy I needed for the day.
Because it leaves an important impression on you.
I stared at the light swirl of milk and the steam that was rising from it.
I thought, hoping that my mother still sees me as a little girl who always needs her care... and in need of milk as well.
I finished my breakfast and the tension was increasing with time... during that important period in my life I was...
But... what if I don’t graduate?...
What will I do?
I checked the clock and found that it was almost eight o’clock.
I put a cup of milk in my mouth, a piece of cheese, and toast and headed to my room quickly, gathering my things.
Despite my constant suppression of tension, it was increasing over time.
I quickly left after saying goodbye to everyone, and my mother’s wishes for
success reached my ears.
I chose the literature department at the university.
I loved it, as literature naturally allows me to express my personality, thoughts, and perceptions about this world.
Two weeks after I went to university, I met two wonderful friends, Maria and Aziz.
Maria was about my age, two or three inches taller than me, and had a bright smile.
Like me, she loved literature.
I also met Aziz.
Aziz was a young man of African descent.
Like us, he was a lover of literature.
As many days passed, we studied together, and I met Aziz many times, and our relationship became stronger.
He told me more about his personality.
Aziz was of African descent, of average height, with kind eyes, but he was precise in his observation.
As I learned in my family environment, the type of skin does not matter as long as the character is beautiful.
He told me one day that he loves literature and art because, for him, it makes the world a beautiful, understanding, and dialogic place.
That is why he chose the literature department and continued by saying that art is a message.
One day he suggested that I accompany him to his house so that he could show me some of his works.
Aziz accompanied me
December 2023
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