This story about a girl from the city of Tartus in Syria, this girl was born in a middle class family, sometimes I saw her through the balcony of my house, which overlooks their house, sitting in one corner and crying, and I saw her father say to her firmly: "You are a child and we are your ... ...

I swore, swear by all that I can swear by, swear that there is a strange sound coming from that lighthouse. It's now two o'clock in the morning , I just woke up, I'm not hysterical and never came close to be, the thing is that when I wake up more than twice on the voice that coming from the ... ...

I hurried out of my house toward the train station to receive my friend from the neighboring town, and as usual I did not get up until late in the morning despite the sound of the alarm clock that rang several times but I closed it every time to give myself more naps, and so I ate breakfast ... ...

By evening, Ellen’s family was waiting for her to come back from her school scout camp. However, they were surprised by the police telling them that the trip supervisor had to stop searching for Ellen after it got too late. Therefore, he put the police in charge to get the rest of the students ... ...

I was never the so-called pretty face, I was okey or normal, if you know what I mean. I was a short girl and have gained more few pounds. “You’re pretty” this what my mother’s friends tell me whenever they see me and my mom replies ” She looks more like her father”. What my mother says ... ...