A Star from Mosul

My blog is feeling so old I just need to update.

You see we came from Baghdad a day before the school started. First day of the second part of the year was devoted for the exam results. The first three papers brought me the worst news. I got 76 in Biology, 89 in French and 93 in Arabic, so you see I was crushed in the beginning, begging God for a good grade..

What made my day was the impression on the English teacher's face when she asked me what I expected, my paper was the last one and she was holding it close to her heart.. She then recalled that I got 98 last year and remembered the cause, then handed me my 100.. I was excited, not only because that was the highest grade in the class, but because it was the only 100 in English for the whole class. I got 100 in Mathematics too, 98 in Physics, 95 in Chemistry and religion. The real issue is with Biology, but I had one and a half day to study 200 pages of really hard material, I concidered this grade as a sign that I need to devote more time studying Biology and so I'm devoting about half an hour every day that we have no exam in to study it.

What had been keeping me busy from blogging is not Biology though, mom doesn't want me to spend much time on the net and I feel guilty if I update frequently too. I don't want to be doing well blogging and badly studying.

The last two days were messy in Iraq. Those were huge steps into change for Iraq, best or worse? I can't tell, but what I see so far is that we're only moving down. I am not a good analyser of Politics anyway!

I have nothing else to say, and I told mom I'd write a post till the bread warms (No electricity, no microwave, this takes time), and I bet it is now. Now I'll just go make a sandwich, eat while watching TV with the family, then go upstairs to study Biology and Physics (We're studying the last chapters of Physics on our own now since we believe the teacher will never be able to teach them to us before the finals start). I have a mathematics exam on Sunday, but I'll study that tomorrow.

You just promise to do two things for me, pray for Good luck, and promise to check this blog once a month so it wouldn't feel so lonely.

On Friday, 3rd of February, at 6AM, mom woke me up to get dressed for the trip to Baghdad. We had packed the clothes the day before, and I've prepared the clothes I'd wear in the road too, so it only took me few moments to get dressed as soon as I became consious enough, and then the taxi came and we hit the road.

The moment I got into the car, I started my attempts to sleep. I put my head on the handle and while totally uncomfortable, I slowly fell asleep.. I woke up to the voice of the driver few moments later, looked from the window, it was still too dark and foggy. It seemed dangerous, but the driver insisted that he was able to see.. I slept again, and woke up five hours later in a car jam, just as we got to Baghdad. We waited there for about an hour, and then continued till we reached my grandparents neighborhood. Roads were blocked, but we managed to find our way in and there we were, infront of grandpa's house.

Baghdad is wrecked. It is not the same Baghdad I've fall in love with.. Streets flood with water, electricity wires hang with loose ends, soldiers in the streets.. etc. etc.

In Baghdad, days passed slowly.. I spent about 10 hours on TV a day, 10 hours asleep, and the rest doing other stuff. The first 5 days were extremely boring, although Raghda came and slept with us for two days, but she felt bored too. I really am sorry that I didn't pick a book to read since day one.

Working used to make me a bit less bored, although it wasn't fun, but it made me feel productive. Working in the garden with my uncle once made me happy. I've never worked in a garden, since ours is extremely small and full of plants.

Grandpa was fine, he was more bored than I was.. A hello and a kiss on the face would brighten his face though. He's feeling lonely. And he too is spening all his time watching TV and sleeping. He sang a little on the last day, he seemed happier than the rest of the days, probably because we had lots of visitors, and he had more people to talk to. I was more happy on the last day too, knowing that I'd be home soon was part of the reason why.

We went out few times to do some shopping, and twice to mom's uncles houses. I studied Chemistry for an hour aday in the last three days, and I hated that, and even though I thought I understood when Mr.Othman taught us, I was terrible at it.

Anyway, last night, grandma asked me if I had fun in Baghdad, I told her the last day was the best.. She asked if I would have had more fun in Mosul, I told her I didn't know.. And I really didn't. So I didn't lie.. To anyone who reads this, do not tell grandma about anything you read here, I never wrote about my visit to Baghdad, Okay?

Today, mom woke me up at 6 AM. I got dressed, prayed, kissed grandma and grandpa good-bye and went to the car to sleep. The road - mom said - was easy.. It took us 4 hours to get to Mosul, a very short time, reminds me of the good old days.

Now I'm in Mosul for about 5 hours, trying to forget that I have to go to school and get my marks tomorrow!! Wish me luck.

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I'm going to Baghdad tomorrow.. I am not excited, not as excited as I was few months ago when we went to Baghdad for Eid. I don't know if that is because of the lessons I'm going to skip, or because I know grandpa is not doing so well.

My fingers have been touching those keys for so long.. Nothing is pressed though.

I just don't know what to write here.. I am so sorry. I love it here, but I have lost any interest in writing.

I need a muse!
HELP!