The story began before I born, I was thinking what the life hiding, what I will be when I grow up, what I will do? So many
questions crossed my mind. In 27th of August I was born and from my fear I was crying all the time, and feeling safe when my mom was holding me. I became 3 years old, it’s my first day in the kinder garden, my worries were, who will I face?, what kind of
people will I see? Will they like me or not? Then after two years the
school began and I must go, it’s a big step of my life, whom will be my friends? How will the teachers treat me? I pass it successfully but still have worries in my heart and mind. Finally I am in first grade, I am wearing school uniform like others, and we are all in yellow T-shirt and jeans pants. We seem like we look like each other but in fact we are different. I can’t believe I finished school in this school clothes so fast, my worries were about what will be my major, which friends I will have, how can I do my home works? 17 years old of worries passed, but now the serious life began, and if I though my worries ran away, then I am in big trouble. I finished school, what will I do next? What I will be in future? What will the people call me: doctor, teacher, or nurse? The major that I will learn, will change my whole life? Oh I am in room without any doors any windows how can I run out from it, I decide to give myself one year to think what I will be. One year of staying alone me and myself, and I didn’t decide yet, so many things come into my mind, I still don’t know what is suitable to me, what fits me, I still don’t know. I said I must to choose because already I lost one year and I don’t want to lost more. I said ok I will try to learn communications and marketing, maybe I will be journalist in my country or outside. Half year of studying in campus Mar Elias I was so glad, to know about so many things, such as: how to write news, how to talk to people, how to understand them… I was so excited to know more and more about this subject, I was happy to wake up early at 6:00am just to be in the class on time, it was an amazing year. The two years passed without feeling that I will finish next year, I was studying like I will study all my life. The last year of studying was miserable, it was so sad, my motivation was so low, it’s the time to decide what to work, my biggest fear and worries is this time, it’s my future it’s my choice to work in this subject, I searched day and night non stop, non give up, but didn’t find any job. Finely I have a degree in my hand but I don’t have job in my hand, I still searching for a job, like I didn’t study. My worries are growing everyday, how can I find a job in my country. I went to websites, to work as journalist they said we will pay you 3$ for every news, how many news I can write in week? 10 maximum, I will get 30$ it’s around 120 shekels; I can’t pay for my food all the week. I will stay poor all my life if I will work with them, they are not the only whom told me that, all the newspaper did, I tried to work in newspaper, I wrote and wrote social articles and news, I didn’t get any encouragement because they want news about violence and something to make the people sad. This is the life. Now I am 22 years old, have degree have one year experience in newspaper and one year in graphic designer but no jobs for me until now. This is my story, when I am talking about it my Tears come up to my eyes and fall alone, what I can do with this world?? Its one story of many students like me, I want to show the other people how we suffer everyday with our worries, that we can face it alone, we need help to face it together. I wish to help you understand our situation and thanks for listening to our voices. By YASMINE MATTAR