pre information which u need to understand my story
my mum was actually infertile. I am a miracle baby. My mum got pregnant but my dad was furious about that. He forced her to take contraception but she discarded it. They didn't have a name for me, but ofcourse God is the one who decides. My name was chosen by my aunt Fauzia and its beautiful. It's Saloua. I't means comfort and lighting. I can't imagine a better name. Fauzia lived with us with her husband.
I am grew up in a muslim family, from moroccan origion. I am not arabic but berber/amazigh. Amazigh people were in previously nomads from morocco till now israel/palestine(I prever not chose one state).
We were jews previously but after the arabisation my grandparents became muslims, but we still have jewish habits and our language is mixed of spanish, russian, hebrew and arabic.
orginal amazigh head decoration
Amazigh writing
1990/1991
My mother was pregant and my dad was going to buy a baby bed. my aunt Fauzia was living with us. Mum wanted to do the laundry. Fauzia came downstairs and took her coat. she went to my mum and said:" Amina i am going to the store i will be back after some minutes". Mum looks up and said: " okay don't be late dinner is almost ready". Fauzia:" no problem be right back". Fauzia put her coat on and left the house. After some minutes mum finished the laundry. She heard the sound of the door and walked to the door and saw my dad came in. mum:'' Salam, great u bought a new bed?". Dad:" Yea I did here it is". Dad brought the bed upstairs and mum followed him. He went again to downstairs to fetch some tools to make the bed. Mum was watching the bed and was shocked. The bed looked like it a henhouse. It stank and it was scruffy. Dad came back again. Mum said:" how can u do this to you're child? how can you let you're child sleep in this bed?. Dad became mad and said:" here is you're stupid bed! Clean it up!".
.....continue? let me know
Geen opmerkingen:
Een reactie posten