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I was five and afraid of the dark.
In Egypt the day my mom heard that grandpa died, on the couch totally crushed I saw watching her messages in my head about her situation, asking some question in retrospect I felt enlightened and powerful. Saying to my Egyptian nanny I wanted to jumped out of the balcony, challenging me she picked me up and said I will drop you all the way to the ground, swinging me I felt scared, then I realized I didn't want to commit suicide at about age 5 or 6 years old.
My grandpa was handsome kind man, my father mom was blind but strong, I helped her find things and I felt better yet also scared of going blind. I was staying with her, the Somali-Ethopian war causing a lot of anxiety in. Living in Hargeisa I was in many ways a free kid, roaming the street by myself at the age 5 years old.
In Qatar, Doha, my first Arabic school I was so exicted to go to school, when the day came it fet like choas it was great I loved it. Another one of my International schools was a Pakistani school, kids laughed at my hair but I was protector of a friend and wouldn't let them bully her. Year later in Atlanta (GA) she kindly informed of this. It was beautiful summer night in Atlanta, my older sister, this girl I use to protect and another friend headed to town. It was amazing!
My father's father, grandpa, Abby died I don't know when, he was politician but he couldn't read or write. My late father said my father family have Arabic genes in our family. My mom said years earlier my father's family have portugese genes.
I lived in a beautiful house in Qatar, Doha, for 7 years my parents worked there. It was a white painted house with a rocky dry garden. I use to be afriad of the rats. I dreaded them. I was afriad of anything black, associating with it blindness.
Homework: I remember getting a comment from my teacher at that age of 5 or six years old, it said " needs improvement", my mom told me what it said, the voice in my head said otherwise. That's the first time I remember when I was could not yet to read the written word. Thinking back I am embrassed as the written word is a part of enlightement most of us seek.
