Third year of college

So, after my second year of college, Al Monajed school kicked me out because of my poor performance.

We started going to schools again and no school accepted me. I spent weeks and weeks in tears wondering if the school would accept me.

Eventually, I was accepted into a public school. In the afternoon I was looking for my class, the Arabic teacher wore a niqab, a garment that hides the face of the woman, pushed me asking me to enter class with a hard way, fortunately I had my old primary school friends there.

Everything was going well until the day I had to go to the clinic to do an operation on my back. When I was in the room, the nurses came to give me the syrup in my hand, it hurt a lot, in the operating room they gave me a pecure so that I didn't hurt.

After the operation they took me back to my hospital room, I was in so much pain. In the afternoon my father and my brother Souhail came, after a minute the nurses came with a very delicious soup.