Read the all Issadvkm even sage leaves in the street do not leave them
This is the advice that was always occupies the first rank on the list of advice that was repeated by teachers back and forth in front of the blackboard when I was in the first primary to encourage us to read and understand their importance.
The funny thing is I applied the last part only of the advice literally, as the more send me to a store or market to buy something I track given papers discarded in the street,
and if any one of them written in Arabic only and work up all my strength and passion raging in my veins and I stand in the street without that his father warmly the sun or what is going on
Around to AVC code words written on the paper that I have not Okhvakm secretly I was suffering and tired and sweating and I pronounce each character on the Haddah then the entire character on one of utter the word, and I was happy and jumping monkey here and there if uttered this word that made the effort form the right, and passed days and exceeded the primary and junior high and still read the papers that I find my way in (that period) Whenever I enter my room I stand hours in front of the mirror and think of beauty and advantages, and sack my hair left and right, and I say to myself, if I as well as for the well ...
As usual, I found a paper in my way ... Yes, they were thrown neglect readers complain .. and was in the paper the story has changed my view of beauty on its head ... This paper tells the story of the suffering experienced girl was caused by a glamorous beauty .. Yes, any reason exquisite beauty of this girl .. she says she tells her story: I have turned my life into an unbearable hell ... Did not taste the taste of happiness ... Never lived a moment of success .. Not lived moments of struggle for the future and self-realization you say that the content of future ... Jamali is my sponsor ... H, however, was myself my obsession .. I had a sense of the word beauty .. By all means .. What looked on the sun and I find only the fans .. One after the other .. Gifts do not stop .. Neglected my studies and I said what's proposal to fatigue and to ensure .. And rest on the doors Calling For Helma ... I say you will marry a wealthy and live all the lives of kings .. And actually made me a wealthy, it Bzwage Taasta journey began and my suffering ... And called for confidence in myself and Variqtha irreversibly ... Jealousy over the fiction that he was envious glances from men, even if transient ..Doubts and suspicions behind until it became the I forget .. What of the day, the quarrel upon us ..Lost language of dialogue and understanding between us .. I have no guilt in what is happening is that I am beautiful ... Forbidden me to go out with him but .. Become trapped in the walls ... But do not take me with him to show off in front of people Bjamali ... I wished the night bit like a woman quietly within the confines of my husband, but was beaten by the security of dreams ... Permanent differences turned night to day ... Beaten and insulted .. The trip ended in divorce suffering Station ..Provide me with many, but not because I live in the wife her husband's house, but an honorable impulses to cross, do not trust a woman who desires all men, this was the result of aesthetic and Grora ... No education, no certificate no husband and is afraid to protect me from wolves and humans live under Islamic rule safely.
Conclusion: Beauty is not beauty of form, but beauty is the beauty of the soul and character .. Beauty is the beauty of science and faith .. Chastity, decency, and literature.
It is the day that I read this story which I found thrown in my way and I will call for teachers of oldink.
Came all become no taste .. Aimlessly ... Torment in agony.
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