I am a girl, I am 15 years old ,I have 2 sisters, Najma is one of them , I have great father, he is a doctor and agreat mother, she is an engineer. we live in mosul a city in the north of Iraq .
My grandfather is a scientist and an enginreer proffessor, he and my grandmother and my cousins and my relatives lived in Baghdad, we travelled to see them every summer and we have a good time.
My big sister is married and I dont have a brother therefore I share most of my time with Najma(talk, fight, cook and laugh) she is realy funny, but we are different. I love what she hates, she loves what I hate. all my friends look to me as some one lucky to have a sister like her, and you certainly agree with them. In all my life I was the one in control, but suddenly !!!! oops, what happened ?????? :( all the things went out of my control .
what happened ??? I dont know !!
I feel that I am special, I look to the life in a different view than you do, I love life, I love people, and I wish the best to my family and my friends.
The hero of my childhood is my grand father. He is a wonderful man I cant describe him. I saw him last week and I missed him from now. I want to be like him .
Because I am the youngest in my family I look like (cinderella ), thanks god for every thing ............