Travel to Mahdia

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Tomorrow is the first school day of the sixth grade.
I bought school supplies and got ready well
I could not sleep, I was worried about my social problems, all the girls in the class did not talk to me and they started fights with me except for some of them
It's midnight, everyone is sleeping, and suddenly ... my father's phone rang, it was my uncle who called
This uncle is the one who is four years younger than my father, and that night he was going to travel to Italy because he works there. He told my dad that my grandfather had passed away
Then my younger sister came to my parents' room and told them that she had a dream about my grandfather's house: There were chairs with white covers and everyone was silent, my father was shocked by what my sister said at the time, he did not know what he would say by the shock
He told my mother, and then my brother and I woke up and prepared to go to Mahdia, where my grandfather's house was.
We rushed to the train station to take it and get there as soon as possible.
Then I was thinking: Who knew that my grandfather would die the first day of school?
This is simple evidence of the greatness of God
Then I looked at my father and saw tears streaming in his eyes, I did not know how to comfort him at that time.
We arrived and saw only people crying, and I was not surprised by that, as my grandfather was very likable, as he was kind, ambitious, and hardworking. My brothers and I entered the room of our great-grandmother, whose name was the same as my name, then my uncle's wife entered and brought her daughter in to stay with us.
We stayed silent for a long time, only hearing the screaming and the crying.
Nightfall, the dead body has been washed, and tomorrow dawn he will be buried and the funeral prayer will take place. I could not sleep as much as I thought about various things: study, my father, my grandfather ...
In the morning, I woke up and found nothing but women. The funeral prayer is only attended by men. I couldn't eat anything but the olive oil soup. It's really delicious, but since there are so many children and women, I didn't eat well so I stayed a little hungry.

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