My most beautiful momet in life
Hi! Iām Mariyam. I apologize for my English beforehand. Itās not my first language, sorry, guys =))
The very first time I saw Anabelleās video with this giveaway was in May, I guess. My first thought was: āI have to participate!ā, but then, I started thinking about the most beautiful moment in my life and realized that it was really hard for me to decide which one was it actually.
It took almost 3 months for me to make this post. And now I think Iām doing this not only to enter the giveaway, but mostly for myself.
Even though I believe, there is no āthe only one best moment in lifeā, but still, that day was the very first thing that came to my mind and which still plays a big role in my current life.
Iāll start from the beginning: six years ago, after I finished school I went to Czech Republic. 17 years old, alone, I wasnāt scared, I was fearless, exited and naĆÆve. First half of the year was fine. I went to language courses, met new people, walked a lot. But then something changed. I was under a stress because of all the exams I had to take. I gained a lot of weight, didnāt want to hang out with friends. But somehow I passed my exams and entered the university in Prague. I went back home to spend summer holidays with my family.
I think, I didnāt even realize that I didnāt want to go back to Czech Republic. Maybe I was hoping for things to become better, I donāt know.
My first semester started terribly. I had to deal with all those documents to move from the city Iāve lived before to Prague; I couldnāt find proper place to live in and I had to live in a little hostel. I had no friends in Prague and couldnāt find new ones since I was always busy. Finally, I got ill. That was horrible. I lost my voice and couldnāt talk. That lasted for about a month.
Today it is easier to say that I might have waited a little and things could have got better. But at that time I was depressed.
I wanted to tell my parents, but I was too ashamed to do so. I was thinking about all the money they spent on me for that year, about ruining they expectations and many other stupid things.
I remember standing at a subway station waiting for train to come and thinking: āMaybe, I should put out me hand or leg and train will smash it and Iāll have a reason to go back home?ā It still scares me, that I had such kind of thought for quite a long time thenā¦
One day after university, exhausted I came to the hostel, looked at my tiny room, a new drunken neighbor and burst into tears. I took my phone and called my dad. His answer was short: āGo to the airport now!ā
I was home three or four days later. I remember my parentsā concerned faces, the smell of the night, the drive back home. I realized that I have the best family in the world. Theyāve never ever accused me or made me feel ashamed for my decision. On the contrary, they kept encouraging me.
That night was the most beautiful moment in my life.
Sorry for such a long post and thanks to our beautiful Anabelle for such an opportunity to share my story with you.
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