ايامي السريعة
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Ongoing, First published May 20
لنبدأ ..
انا لأول مرة في حياتي احاول كتابة رواية لي . كل يوم سأنزل جزء كيف يمر يومي ..
اعلم انه لن يرى الرواية احد ولن تحظى بالكثير من المشاهدات كباقي الروايات. لاكن هنا في روايتي اريد ان اروي قصتي كل يوم ، ماذا يحدث معي وماذا افعل وكيف يمر يومي الممل ...
حتى لو لم يرى الرواية احد ! سأستمتع بها بنفسي لأنني لن امسحها وستبقى ذكرى لي ولأيامي المملة ..
حسنا.. سأعرف عن نفسي قبل كل شيء : انا ادعى جيهان عربية مسلمة من البلد الجزائر شمال افريقيا ، عمري 21 سنة ، لدي اخ واخت وطبعا والداي😌 اللهم اطل بأعمارهما . واملك قطة بيضاء كلما جلست بحضني تنسيني كل همومي ، احبها كما لو انها ابنتي . ولا استطيع ان اتخيلها بعيدة عني ..امتلك  هواية الرسم ،فقد كنت جيدة جدا بهذه الهواية . لاكن حلمي كان ان اصبح صحفية بالرغم انني لم اجتهد لتحقيقه .. كنت لا احب الدراسة واكرهها ، وكنت ارسب في معضم السنوات ، حتى انني كنت اريد ان اتوقف عن الدراسة ، ونعم رسبت في (البيام) وقد استسلمت كليا وقررت التوقف والبقاء بالمنزل ، لاكن في ذلك الصيف اصر والدي وامي ان اعود للدراسة لاكنني لم احب الفكرة ، خاصة انني صرت اكبر ممن يدرسون معي ، وهذا شيء محرج قليلا . قررت ان اكمل الدراسة حقا لاكن ليس نظاميا ، اكملت عن بعد عامي الاول ثانوي والثانية ثانوي ووصلت الى البك
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