It was one of the worst injuries I’ve had in my life, and I’ve injured myself many times before. I was on a trip for two weeks with my family and grandma. As I was visiting distant relatives for two weeks, while I was having a conversation with my mom’s cousin’s kids, when one of the boys that were playing behind me, pulled on the curtain behind me. As he was being extremely hyper (like how children usually were) and the metal pole fell right on my head. I cried a lot that day and ended up getting stitches on the third day of my trip.

In the end, I couldn’t sleep or eat properly for the rest of the trip because I kept puking up and feeling nauseous. And to this day, I still have a small scar on my scalp to remind me to stay away from boys.

1. It had only been nine months when we received the awful news my grand mother had passed with her loss ,we all cried a sea of leaves it was the worst experience of my life .

It all started when my family decided to go to the farm to celebrate Me and my cousins birthday , we were born on the same day so we celebrate our birthday together all the time , it was a long 3 hours Ride , and before we arrived my grandma told us not to ride the bike not even get near to it so we don’t cause any accidents because the nearest hospital was 43 minutes away and it’s really bad it barely has bandages.

we arrived and the first thing I saw was the bike , my whole family went inside to clean and prepare stuff and me and my cousins went to the playground to play as usual , time goes by and I decided to leave my cousin and start the bike and ride it because the playground was boring and I only came for the bike , my cousin tried to stop me but I didn’t care and went  , I started the bike and I played with it on it over the rocks, I didn’t saw a huge rock and I run over the big rock and the bike flipped so I fell over the rocks and one of them fit my head , my head really hurt me and I felt like I’m going to faint but I didn’t , my cousin saw me and came running and we were so scared to the my grandma so I told him to not to tell anyone and bring some  tissues and water and I’ll be fine , so he did and her put the bike to his place , before blowing out the cake I went to check if the bleeding stopped or not but it didn’t and it been 2 hours already and I felt so dizzy , my older cousin saw that blood so she went and told my grandma that my head is bleeding , my grandma came running to me and she saw that my head was bleeding and she yelled at me for not telling her the truth and for not talking permission to ride the bike , she rushed me to the hospital and because we were in the middle of the desert the car was bumping a lot so my head started hurting even more I really felt like my brain is going out of my head.

We arrived to the hospital and I did 6 stitches on the inside and the outside 3 so it’s really deep and they shaved  my head to see where was the blood coming from .

Till this day I have a blood spot on my head and I’m still trying to recover from it because I don’t have the confidence to show it .Thinking about what hurt me the most , in a very cold day in liwa , I was 7 years old , when I went to a trip with my family to my grandparents farm to celebrate my birthday.

It all started when my family decided to go to the farm to celebrate Me and my cousins birthday , we were born on the same day so we celebrate our birthday together all the time , it was a long 3 hours Ride , and before we arrived my grandma told us not to ride the bike not even get near to it so we don’t cause any accidents because the nearest hospital was 43 minutes away and it’s really bad it barely has bandages.

we arrived and the first thing I saw was the bike , my whole family went inside to clean and prepare stuff and me and my cousins went to the playground to play as usual , time goes by and I decided to leave my cousin and start the bike and ride it because the playground was boring and I only came for the bike , my cousin tried to stop me but I didn’t care and went  , I started the bike and I played with it on it over the rocks, I didn’t saw a huge rock and I run over the big rock and the bike flipped so I fell over the rocks and one of them fit my head , my head really hurt me and I felt like I’m going to faint but I didn’t , my cousin saw me and came running and we were so scared to the my grandma so I told him to not to tell anyone and bring some  tissues and water and I’ll be fine , so he did and her put the bike to his place , before blowing out the cake I went to check if the bleeding stopped or not but it didn’t and it been 2 hours already and I felt so dizzy , my older cousin saw that blood so she went and told my grandma that my head is bleeding , my grandma came running to me and she saw that my head was bleeding and she yelled at me for not telling her the truth and for not talking permission to ride the bike , she rushed me to the hospital and because we were in the middle of the desert the car was bumping a lot so my head started hurting even more I really felt like my brain is going out of my head.

We arrived to the hospital and I did 6 stitches on the inside and the outside 3 so it’s really deep and they shaved  my head to see where was the blood coming from .

Till this day I have a blood spot on my head and I’m still trying to recover from it because I don’t have the confidence to show it .

I woke up feeling uneasy and nauseous. I looked over my left and there she was drowning in tear: my poor mother. It broke my heart seeing my dear mother crying. I called her over and she rushed to me, “Meera baby, are you okay?” “I thought I was going to lose you”. I held her hand and in a comforting tone, I said, “I’m going to be fine, mom” but she still looked worried sick.

The next day, I got discharged from the hospital. I went back home and I got greeted by my sisters with a big hug. I felt happy to be home. I sat with my sisters and told them all about the hospital. Then, I told one of my sisters who looked at me and said, “Your head looks like an egg”. We all burst out laughing. A few months had passed and I recovered from the incident all thanks to my mother. She helped me a lot.

My family come fast to the place that the woman told them about they found me with the woman, when I saw them coming I was very happy , and that was the last time I got lost.

when I used to go to 5th grade, I had a best friend called Mahra. Shes one of my closest friends. I trusted her so much that i can give her my own credit card. But one day, all things changed, even Mahra changed. In a very cloudy day, on my way to school Mahra called "she said: there will be a girls, will u come over??" I asked mama and she said yes a few days later. the day came and I got ready for the party. I looked so pretty that day. I felt confident. I reached Mahra's house I was wearing a short dress and you know all girls take pictures together. Mahra took a photo of me and posted it online. The problem is she knows that I'm a hijabi girl, even Tho she didn't care at that day we had a huge fight, its really not about the photo but the fact that I trusted her so much hurts me

Never give your trust to someone that doesn't deserve it

It all started when I watched a movie with my dad called Chuckey (even writing the name gives me goosebumps! It’s about a scary doll who kills people. I sat besides my dad watching the movie, then the room went silent. When the scenes in a film approach nighttime and it becomes creepily silent, you just know that jump scares are coming soon. “Dad, can you turn off the movie!!” I begged. I was traumatized after this film. My dad laughed because I looked like a scared rat trying to escape a predator.

A few days later, my brother and I were chilling, watching Space Toon and my sister’s doll was laying on the floor, staring into my soul. So, I decided to look at it, but suddenly, the doll moved. At that moment, I freaked out and threw the doll away. I ran to my brother crying about it and to this day, I fear dolls and hate them with a passion.

I know no one is going to believe me but I’m ready to swear on my life that what I saw was real.

When I was young, a terrible accident happened I was 5 years old when it happened 

we were in my aunt house ,me and my sister was playing outside with a dog we were having fun together,so my sister told me afra can you climb this stairs I challenge you,so I go to climb suddenly my hands slipped my sister scared “Afrrrrraa” and I feel in my face                            

I got up in a white room the first person I see was my mom crying she comes to me and says are you okay ,I started crying because I felt the pain of the surgery the blood was dripping from my face .

And now when I see stairs I remember the terrible feeling that I was feeling that night

Until now I’m afraid of stairs,I bought a house without any stairs because I had just gotten  over the accident .

Afra serian 

I've been admiring spicy food since childhood and my mom used to keep yelling at me about the dangers of eating it. Well, that day finally came when we were eating that hot spicy biryani which tasted like flames. After a couple of hours, I started feeling dizzy and tired. I thought maybe if I had slept the pain will go - disappear, but when I woke up, it was worse. The pain had spread in my body that it ends up going to the hospital, I was worried about my mom yelling at me, but instead, she was really worried this was the first time seeing her like that.

I went to the hospital where they gave me treatment. It lasted for about one hour and half which was boring. The first question that the nurse asked was, "Do you eat spicy food? "I was like, how did you know and said, "yes", then she gave me advice that I would never forget which is eating less spicy food and watching myself. But the first thing that I did after going out was eating spicy food. We people don't listen to the thing people tell. At last, I do eat spicy food but not that much. Short advice, stay aware of eating spicy food because it does affect your body and health.

When i was small baby i had a cat called crey.

My father found her beside his car out side the house .

The cat was very young but naughty, but my mother doesn’t always likes animals in the house . I told her ill take care of her ,l promised .She agreed because the cat too much naughty and moved alot in the house , my mother was alwas angry with me and always blamed me for the dirt of my room. Days passed and the cat grew and become stronger. One day the cat gets sick because she drink spoiled milk. I was sad we took her to the veterinary clinic. But no use . The cat couldn’t eat or move or play as used to be then she died. Of course my mother was so happy the she got rid of the cat in the end, i was so sad that i lost her .

A long time ago me and my brother would always play with the motorbike in the house ,like  every single day ,and my mom always would yell at us, “Don’t drive the motorbike in the house ,you will get hurt” but me and my brother won’t listen to her. One day ,in the evening like at 3 a clock, I saw my brother driving the motorbike, so I hopped on with him, he was driving recklessly so when he turned we full of from the motorbike. At that time I started crying, not because it hurts but because I got so scared at that time .

When I was 1th grade tell 5th grade I was in a private school , I had lots of friends and we were together all the time , We would eat , play , and study together , We were in the same class for five years , Also  we were going tirps together and we liked to go out together on the weekends , We loved making memories together , When  I was going to 6th grade I was excited because I will see my friends and I was so excited to tell them what I did on my holiday .

On day my mother told me that “ I transferred you to another school “ I said for my mother “why you transferred me from my school ? “ but she don’t replied me I was so so so sad because I will not see my friends agin .