Hushhhhh. The secrets tag

i was recently tagged by naser to give out 6 things people may not know about me, so there. mesh mas2oleh 3n el content wala el nata2ej unless they're positive :D

1- in 1993, we went to baghdad to visit my uncle where he and my father had a shared business. the war was supposed to be over. On our second day there, me, my sister and my cousin where playing this game called "lo3bet el 7ayah", a copy of monopoly, but since no importing was allowed by saddam the iraqies made this game by themselves, anyways, all of a sudden electricity and phone lines where out, and the bombing started. the houses around us became even with the ground, our neighbours were all killed and all windows of our house burst into small shatters of glass when a rocket fell in the garden and turned it into ashes. military hilocapters kept roaming above, the sound alone made us freaze with fear. i was 9 back then, now at the age of 24, every single time i hear a plane pass by, i get scared and convinced that it's going to crash right on my head that i start saying shahadah, and stay still untill it goes away!

2- in the busyness of work and study life, and due to the large number of my family members, the one and only place where i'm alone is a taxi cab. i can never tell how my mood changes once i close the door, i just set back and drift away and do all the thinking waiting to be processed. i could come up with a solution to a certain problem, get determined, take a decision, anticipate, reminice, read, anything that needs isolation from the outer world. although there is a driver and maybe a very annoying song and smoke in the air. it's my sanctuary. i need to hire someone just to drive around with me setting in the backseat, it's much different than driving and it could be a career if there were more freaks like me out there.

3- at the age of 19 i needed to get physical therapy for my knees for 2 months. i made up excuses to leave classes or my freinds to go to the hospital. where i felt aweful being in so much pain and being the youngest among 70 year old women giving me sad looks that i would close the curtains and start reading something for school till the 2 hours from hell were over. so there. this is something no one knows about me excpet for my mom, who also made me feel aweful pittying my poor health.

4- i could fully read and write at the age of 4

5- when i was young i wanted to run away from home like a million times and started real planning and thinking what to pack and how to get money

6- it all started in the seventh grade where i dream about something that would happen the next day, really simple stuff like my friend is going to have a hair cut tomorrow, or i'm going to forget ktab el 3arabi bokra. and then some useful stuff at college started to appear like questions that would be on the exam tomorrow. it esclated now to scary scary dreams, people being tortured in the ugliest ways you can imagine and it's like i'm there physically knowing -in the dream- that for example i'm in afghanistan or iraq or palestine now, the people who are having their heads cut, or being burnt, or thrown into boiling water or shoot to death, will be on the news bokra wel 5abar 7aykoun "maqbara jama3eyyeh majhooleh". and only me got to see what really happened. oh my god the blood, the squashed bones, the screams, i want this to stop. i know you think i'm crazy, maybe i was touched by aliens and have super powers to travel in my sleep but i really want this to stop. no one know so maybe if i said it now r7 te5rab hadi el "gift" w a5las menha.


keep them coming :)
i hereby tag loza, adoosh, rawia , and gimini girl.