Happy Birthday my sweet heart!

On the 3rd of june 2014 it was my 25 birthday. It was one of my worse birthday ever but at that day; i had nothing to wish except to be a mother; to have a baby of my own, to have a child that fill my life with laughts. soon in 9th of June; i lost my life, I lost my everything. yes;I am living in a horrible situations now and i had many many wishes for my next birthday but i will never switche my present with the past. I had lost many but i have gained "Dima" my little daughter is my new life; she is the cause of my living, the cause of my passions and the reason why i tolerated so much and still hold out the decision of fleeing and being a refugees. For the sake of my daughter; i will keep moving on and working on myself and looking for a place to ensure her the "Home"and "life " that every child deserve. I had been working all the previous week to do a birthday party of "my dream", i invited all relatives I had in Jordan ( Most of them were living in Baghdad and fled to Jordan after the war in 2003) . It was a great party that get many compliment from the visitors. I baked cookies; donuts; and cupcakes. I made desert: teramisue, fruit salat and Rafaello balls. The table was so rich of calories and i was proud of what i done

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Lighting a candle

In the middle of this empty hole. I have to keep focusing on the top and to light a candle instead of cursing the dark. today i am trying to appreciate what i have instead of crying on my lost. i am keeping myself busy with my daughter and the prepiration for her first birthday. it will be on 21 of this month , but i will do the birthday party on the day after since her father won't be here on the big day. Everybody are invited to attend the party ( friday evening at 5 pm. in Amman/ Jordan) yes yes including youuu and i am serious! I did a lists of sweets that i must bake; i love baking and i enjoy cooking and spending time in kitchen. I also love the kind of tired that follow a day full of work; that's kind of tiredness that came alone in solo without thoughts, without memories and without hurts. These days i am working to change things to better; i don't need to remind myself of how bad it is and how difficult it will be to change it. i need encouragement; supports and pleasant wishes. write me a comment, a letter maybe. I really need you! Pc: for those interesting in coming to the party; write me an email and will tell you the full adress.

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" I had a dream my life would be So different from this hell I'm living So different now, from what it seemed Now life has killed the dream I dreamed "

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