*a tear way precious than a diamond*

hey pplz how's every 1 i hope every 1 is gir8 and having fun as usual now i just wanna write about something personal and i don't mind sharing it with u guys that wat was the hardest time of my life ? well.......... isn't life hard all 2gether ???

my life story is very complicated like making a multi layerd cake!
my journey begun when i was only 11 years old and that's for a girl living under the regime of vicious groups that came out of no where and thought "oh yeah baby lets attack Afghanistan and kill the innocent ppl, and separate the men from their women" i mean that's just sooooooooooooooooo devastating and i never expected that there'd be anyone THIS cruel living in our pretty universe So there we go the hardest thing in my life was 2 leave my country without bringing a bit of it's "SOIL" now this might not make sense 2 some ppl reading my blog but it does make sense 2 me coz it's way too personal feeling towards my country's soil and the way it feels when u touch it. I don't know man i had a post-traumatic-shock about wat had happened 2 me at a very young age (11 years old) suffering from all the worst things that can ever happen 2 any 1, while a young girl at this age shall be playing and enjoying her life with her family NOT having to take care of herself and on top of everything taking care of her mother and her little brother. I lost someone so dear that can not be priced because it's too dear 2 me and nothing compares t him. I lost my father who i rarely knew because he kept going and coming out of the country inorder to feed us. I never got 2 be close to him and i never actually HUGGED him. and I now die to HUG my DAD once and go back in time and that i could save my dad............................ but it's never going 2 come true because no one knows EXACTLY how i felt at that time and how i feel right now recalling these memories.

WELL.......... i guess that's wat life is all about but it's oki coz we shouldn't keep remembering our past coz we shall think about our future instead of our PAST.

after i left my country i was hardly able 2 believe that i got out of my country where bombing was on 24/7 and children's cries could be heard into my ears.


the happiest time of my life is not yet completed because i'm just climbing the first step of my life storey.

ta ta


smell ya later u bootiful pplz