Two unforgettable moments in my life

Life decision

In high school, after the end of the first year, we usually have to decide between two majors: science or literature. As I mentioned, I dreamed of becoming a dentist, so I would choose science. Then, they brought the papers to select at the end of the last exam. I was excited and happy because I had decided what I wanted. What happened was that I kept my plan to myself, and whenever someone asked me what I picked, I said It was a surprise I would not tell you. After two months of holiday and enjoying my time, finally it was time to go back to school, but I remember the night before the first day of school was gloomy and dull. I told myself it was normal to happen after a big break and a messed up routine; I completely ignored my intuition. The next day, I went to school. They sat us in our class of the year, and I examined the class and my classmates with a question mark on my mind: Was I making the right decision? I said yes, this is my dream. I have to complete what I started and push myself.

The first class began with chemistry. My classmates were super active and full of energy. I was out of the class looking at the windows and watching birds on one of them. I envy them for being free from life's struggles and not worrying about the future or making decisions. The teacher wrote and wiped the board many times, and we followed her by writing notes. I was exhausted already. The class took two hours, and then she went out. I said finally I would take a break to breathe, but no, the physics teacher came, and we did the same thing for an hour. What a miserable life I'm dealing with right now; however, after this class, we did not have any class until the end of the day.

I went home, and The first thing that I did was sleep because I was shaking with fear and confusion about what I had put myself into. When I woke up, I started to look at my books one at another and ask myself which subjects I love or at least enjoy learning. Biology is a little bit not that much, and I was not too fond of math. The book was massive; it was the one reason that made me doubt my decision. I wanted to cry, but My tears were not coming out. I was sad and depressed the whole night.

The next day, the chemistry teacher came, and we spent two hours in her class. The third one was the fiqh class. It was OK, but I considered transferring to literature in this class. We have a week to transfer the major, and if I do, what major would I study at university to have a good job opportunity? Maybe English. I see myself becoming an English teacher, even though I would not say I like it, or working in any field with my English degree.

I was relieved when I said that to myself. Then the bell rang, and my friend in literature class came. I was glad to see her. It was like she came to pick me up from a disaster. I told her to go with me to the school principal. They transferred me, gave me my books, and went to my old class. I took my belongings, gave them their books, and went to my new class. Wow, that moment was the most pleasant moment I have been at that time. I made the right decision before I strumbled with my future. I was optimistic about attending school and happy with my classmates and the subjects. I love them all, and even when I went home, I adored reading my school books and studying just for fun and killing time.

What a difference. If I had not changed my decision that day, I would not have known that I was almost vomiting from seeing other people's teeth; I never knew that I couldn't see blood; I never knew that I loved writing and that I wanted to become a writer. I never knew that learning and majoring in English would benefit me and my life this way. I'm thankful to my 16-year-old Samia for following her feelings and dashing what she dreamed of when she was eight. She chose an authentic, happy life over a fake, sorrowful one.

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Lying on the grass

Three years ago, I left city life and returned to my roots for peace. After living in a big city for ten years, I want a quiet life. I decided, especially after knowing I wanted to become a writer. So that means I can become a writer in any place. On the first day of my move there, I had mixed feelings and was comparing the differences between my two lives. I am used to loud noise and speed life, no nature involved; I must use a car if I need anything. To quiet almost nobody, there is no traffic or loud noises; everything is so close I can go by walking.

There was a park near our house. It was a 4-minute walk or even less, no joking. I loved it so much, and it is one of the things that I miss about living there. I used to go there at 4 pm in the winter. The weather was cool and sunny, and the clouds looked fake. It was a painting picture. Anyway, I used to sit near a particular tree. It was huge. No one would notice me when I sat there, so that was my plan. I wanted to be invisible. I spent my time writing and planning about my website.

After I finished, I read a book and watched the sunset, but that day, I was interrupted by a black dog. I was afraid to come close to me, but luckily it went away. I was relieved. Before it interrupted me, I intended to lay on the grass. This was one of my dreams when I was a kid: to play in green land with roses and flowers on it, then lie on the ground, watch the clouds, and take a deep breath. I think, for now, I will postpone my wish until another day.

Three days later, I went to the garden at 5 am, which was cold and dark. I loved to go early to catch the sunrise, and the morning breeze was a whole different level of enjoyment. On that day, I walked a little; then, I removed my shoes and socks even though it was freezing. I did not care. It was something about nature that gave me the need to connect with it. I walked a little on the grass, sat, and breathed the fresh air, and the moon and stars were still there.

I wanted to watch them from a different angle. I looked to see if people were walking or passing. Luckily, it was just me and my sister, so I asked her to watch if someone was coming. So I lay down, and the Pink and white flowers circled me. I concentrated on the beauty of the moon and what was left of the stars, and I saw a hint of clouds coming. It was a painting show that I had never planned to attend or paid for.

Each one was unique; I breathed the fresh smell of nature and the rose's perfume. My body was light, and the grass touched beautifully, tackling me. The birds sing their early songs, and the tree branches dance with the winds. Then the moon decided to leave and make room for the sun, a remarkable shift I was to witness. However, it was my time to get up because people started to come and walk. This moment kept repeating in my mind for three years, and I wish to re-create it one day.