advanced writing

When day breaks I wake up. Everyday is a challenge I am facing. Each page has a story and all together they form story of my life. Once life has not ended, I caot realise what an amazing path I have been through. Sometimes I look back on my past and I can hardly recognize the girl in the mirror. There have been times I took the wrong ways that led me to calamity. I'm a girl of no particular experience; but I know quite well that we have to compensate for our mistakes. Sometimes I wonder about the worst mistakes one can ever make and I came up with the conclusion that it is "betraying oneself". If one has no heed of oneself, he can make any mistake that has a very expensive price to pay. + نوشته شده در شنبه بیستم آبان ۱۳۹۶ساعت 22:33&nbsp توسط ساجده ب. نگهبان | advanced writing...

Unlike Holden Caulfield _the protagonist of Catcher In The Rye_ who evades from telling stories of his childhood, his parents and " all that David Copperfield kind of crap", I am very much interested in the path my parents have been through,espcially of my mom. I haven't lived a life and to this very particular time, there has been no climax not even a twist in my plot. Therefore I won't bother you with reading where I was bo and what I did back in high school. Let's go back to begiing of my mom's story and how she met my father. She was the 4th daughter of a worker. Mom was called Mahnaz. I don't know if there is a story behind it but most likely because her older sister was named Shahnaz and these two are in rhyme. She went to public school, like the rest of her siblings. Mom was not doing well at school. It was the time of war. Every moing, she could see the bombs falling down like waterdrops. They were not meant to bring joy as the rain does. And every time she heard a bomb go off, her little heart would beat wildly. She would close her eyes and recite some verses of Quran. And magically she was unhurt, safe and sound. Grandpa could hardly bring home the baco advanced writing...

Unlike Holden Caulfield _the protagonist of Catcher In The Rye_ who evades from telling stories of his childhood, his parents and " all that David Copperfield kind of crap", I am very much interested in the path my parents have been through, especially of my mom. I haven't lived a life and to this very particular moment, there has been no climax, not even a twist in my plot. Therefore, I won't bother you with reading where I was bo and what I did back in high school. Let's go back to begiing of my mom's story and how she met my father. She was the 4th daughter of a worker. Mom was called Mahnaz. I don't know whether there is a story behind it, but most likely because her older sister was named Shahnaz and these two are in rhyme. She went to public school, like the rest of her siblings. Mom was not doing well at school. It was the time of war. Every moing, she could see the bombs falling down like waterdrops. They were not meant to bring joy as rain does. And every time she heard a bomb go off, her little heart would beat wildly. She would close her eyes and recite some verses of Quran. And magically she was unhurt, safe and sound. Grandpa could hardly bring home t advanced writing...