To dad ,,, on your birthday

I thought one of the things growing up means is to be independent,,, to feel and be free… to own the world in your hand… to fly and catch the stars…
Growing up is taking your own decisions and being responsible of your actions, words and ways…

Growing up is to be mature and learn from your mistakes… but with whatever meaning you can think of or come up with,,, one thing i’ve come to realise and believe in, is that growning up never means to break the most precious bond in the world… your bond with parents. Growing up doesn’t mean to need them less… !

No matter what paths life take you… no matter where you end up ,,, no matter what you will make of yourself and how far you can go… this bond always pulls you back!

Parents are the ones who love unconditionally… they are the ones who love you with no boundaries,,, the ones who keep forgiving… the most patient, caring and tender!

You’re the one who is continuously encouraging me and teaching me how to be ambitious…

to work hard, to have a strong desire to be someone… not just anyone!

You’re the one who were behind whatever achievements i have accomplished…

and will be behind whatever yet to be accomplished…

Who I am and what I am… I owe it to you!

Our disagreements don’t make me love you less… and our misunderstandings don’t mean a thing… it just make me closer!
I love you and I wish you a happy 61st birthday… I am blessed to have you as my dad.

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Happy Birthday Miso… Happy 24!

Hope all your wishes come true…

This is exactly how I feel after only four hours sleep, getting out of the flight to attend the eight hours course immediately!
Now I feel dizzy! But it was a great day, I got here to find a surprise! And this made me really shy, to have this done by ones who I met only a week ago!

They had a “happy birthday Dima’ written for me on a big board inside the course room! I was astonished… And as I was sitting on my computer again I was surprised to see this on my computer!

The real shock was when the teacher came, she didnt only have a cake, but with candies and a rose too!!!

This year, I blew the candles twice, and I had to do two wishes… It took me a long time to think of any, as Ive got everything I want… and theres nothing more Id ask for… Im healthy and happy! What more would I want!!! Nothing… nothing more…

Two years ago I have experienced an unforgettable painful event! And even after all this time I still remember the whole thing, as if it happened yesturday.

It was the 29th May 2004, a Saturday evening around 18.30, I was in a taxi with my sister and aunt, the taxi driver (as usual) was talking on the mobile carelessly and was driving crazily, we hit the block that separates between the two roads and the car was upside down. I remember closing my eyes in an attempt not to panic, and saying my last prayer… I thought we’re all going to die, it was similar of being in a roller coaster …it’s when you feel powerless and when your body becomes nothing but a weak useless shell.
People gathered around us, my sister and aunt were unconscious… I wish I was, this at least would protect me from having all those memories carved deeply in my head and so fresh!

I remember knocking on the window and looking around for someone, anyone who can take me out of the smashed car… i remember seeing blood everywhere, I can still feel the pain in my left eye and the blood covering my hair and face. My sister was sitting next to me, and from the amount of blood that was covering my clothes, i remember the confusion i had not knowing if it was my own or my sister’s.

People succeeded in pulling me out, and i was lying there in the middle of the street with my mobile in my hand, asking everyone around if my sister is still alive.
I remember calling her name, and begging them to go check on her… i remember hearing those little whimpers from both my sister and aunt, and was wondering if they will stay alive.

I can still hear the sirens of the ambulances, and was transfered in the first one to the nearest hospital. I remember not being able to move a muscle, I thought im turning to a statue.

I had 40 cosmetic stitches as a result to a deep wound above my left eye, and can still feel the horror when the doctor started to open the wound and collect all the small pieces of glass…
I remember the tears in my dad’s eyes, and him although he’s a surgical doctor refusing to be there during my operation. Just from the memory my eye starts to hurt and i feel that horrible ache… It took me ages to drive again and it took me even longer to be in a taxi again.

I remember celebrating my birthday in hospital, and then my sister’s birthday in hospital too! Family and friends are what made us stronger, we had them around us all the time, even at night… the hospital’s room was turned into a colorful garden and this only gave us hope and yearn for a brighter tomorrow. This is when you start to appreciate life more, when you realize how precious it is being healthy, I still have bad thoughts and images… what if i suffered from worse injuries? What if the window’s broken glass affected my sight? What if i had a broken jaw? what if… what if…Those thoughts are the ones that make me say ‘al hamdullila’ for saving me from the worst, ‘al hamdullila’ for being healthy, ‘al hamdullila’ for having those guardian angels around us at that tragical time… and made me believe that guardian angels DO exist.

Life is ironic… 29th May 2006 I will be flying to Germany, but this incident will always be there to remember no matter where I am or what i’m doing… to remind me that life is PRECIOUS.