I know I haven't written in so long.. whatever I write, I have an inner feeling that I've written it before, and that I keep repeating myself, and this poses a problem for me and causes me to end the post before I even start.
I have a new habit of counting the moments, days and weeks since I've last seen my fiance.. I stopped counting for a while when he came on a visit after Ramadan and Eid Al-Fitr, only to start again a month later knowing I'll have to go on with counting for much longer this time. It's been 6 weeks since I last saw him and I miss my days with him every moment. I'm always thinking of him that whatever I try to write here ends up being about him!
I'm now a senior in college! It's my last year and guess what, I CAN'T WAIT TO GRADUATE! Two years ago I wouldn't believe that I'd feel this way but last year was such a mess that I lost most of my energy and enthusiasm,
for good! I wish I can get back to the way I was before and sometimes I feel like I'm going back but my confidence was broken and it is very hard to go back.
The first week of my year as a senior my fiance was still in Mosul and he'd come to college and we'd spend the break times together.. These were special times. We'd also go and give some of the professors our "Shakar Aqed" which is a collection of sweets as an announcement of our legal bond! Ummm, there doesn't seem to be an easier way to explain this: We're legally married now but we're not really married until the marriage :)
On the tenth of October we had our nishan party.. If you've been reading my blog long enough you'd know I hate parties.. but it wasn't bad being the center of attention :D and I really enjoy the photos of that day.
Nishan (or
mahr) by the way is an amount of gold agreed upon by the bride and groom families, and is given to the bride by the groom before or upon marriage, it's one of her rights in Islam. The nishan party is a party in which the groom gives the bride the nishan.
Now it's been about 8 weeks since I've started my year as a senior.. We're working on the graduation project and it's actually fun. I and my friend eat falafel sandwiches everyday, we're addicted now and sometimes it's the only thought that helps me get out of bed in the cold mornings.
It's winter now.. waking up in the cold is a very hard task especially when there's no electricity, which is almost always the case. Sometimes I wish I can learn to get dressed while still in bed and under the many covers..
We're obliged to wear a uniform now. It's a new rule that has caused the markets and the streets to turn black and white as colleges and schools are the only places people go to every day in the new Iraq. Also this is the second reason why I went addicted on Falafel (The other first reason being that I LOVE IT), as my two joys in college are getting dressed, and eating!
I feel shallow just by reading this.. but that's really it. Yes I do come to learn but it's been long since I considered this a joyful experience.
On a side note, so as not to scare a
certain newcomer, if I was to choose my college again, I think I'd still choose this one, even more confidently that I did before! because in this college I met some of the best people I know, and the single most important person in my life! I have to start somewhere, and it's not a very bad place to start. And now I know I can continue elsewhere, on the greener side of the fence!
Now I'm going to publish before I change my mind..