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Rana Bushreida: Message | Girl Witnessed The War


I was always wondering how people could deal with war, how could they go on in their lives? Study, get married, smile, do activities and hobbies?
How they still want to live a life offers nothing to them, a life took all the beautiful things, from a photograph of a family gathering to the persons in that photograph.
But they did and still do!
And a couple of years ago I was forced to live this, I had to accept that awful fact and go on.. And I went on!
Actually, if you have never lived in a war then you missed so much ;)
Huh, crazy!!!
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Can you imagine your life without bread? In Libya bread is pretty important. So when there is no bread, it's like there is no food.
I remember so many days I entered into the kitchen looking for something to eat as I was starving and couldn't find anything!
You don't know how it feels to live some days without electricity, you can't get or do anything. Completely cut of everything, can't even do a one phone call.
And when the water cuts, your life becomes LITERALLY miserable!!!!!
Do I need to explain how ? No need, yes!
And what about no parks or public places to go to? And not only this, there were no schools as well! Here all what you feel is your plans not only changed but destroyed!
After war years you will be older, and you find yourself in a new stage of your life which you hadn't even prepared for.
It's not about the current state of yours, it's about the wound that war left in you and your determination which disappeared, and now you have to do something to resume your life! HOW?
Have you ever lost a loved one? It's really hard, yes! But what if you live this every single day when someone goes out, you worry about them and are afraid of not being able to see them again, actually, you are not sure what would happen to them while they're out.
Maybe this person won't die before you, but I think the time you spend waiting for them to respond on your call or come home is way harder than seeing them dead. The time goes slowly, and the mind only pictures awful crisis!
A shell falls here, and rocket flies over your roof, hearing about someone you know died in an awful way everyday. Heartbreaking real stories, like what you used to watch on news and films, is now right here next your house!
Uncertain future. Fear of a something you don't even know. Plans got broken like if they were a piece of crystal. Losing beloved ones. Having the same day repeated for 365 times and much more -ROUTINE- ...etc.
So much to tell. So many long nights, and nightmares. Insomnia. Lack of all the necessary needs. Moments of fear, each one takes a piece of yourself.
In everyone's heart, mind and memory lived the war there is a story to tell. Everyone has stories filled with tears and sadness. Some could stand up, others are still suffering because they haven't learnt the art of surviving.
It is something you never get taught, it is something you whether learn yourself, or not.
"In Somebody Else's Shoes" I don't know what should I call this, maybe a skill I've gained overtime?
Since I was a very little girl I used to think how would it be like if I lived this or that situation? When I see someone crying because their parents treated them bad, I put myself in their shoes. If someone has a bad day, I do the same thing. If someone lost everything I start thinking how would I feel and act...and so many other situations, and I often go to those hard, sad and bad situations, but to be honest, I don't remember if I ever tried this with a good event happens for someone.
This taught me two important Secrets To Live a Happy Life:
1) The first one is that the life has absolutely given you something good to appreciate. If someone lost a parent, mine, thankfully, are still here. If someone is sick, I'm still health. If someone died, I'm still alive to take the best of this life.
I'm always in a better condition compared to all those who suffer, Alhamdulillah.
2) And the second secret is that you won't know how someone feels till you really live their life. Maybe I couldn't understand why their parents treated them bad, but I am sure that mine was the best I would ever have.
Maybe I don't have all what I want and need, but I have enough stuff I can do so much with. Maybe I am not the happiest but I shouldn't be the saddest.
This is not an advice piece, this is a skill I don't know how I gained, but I'm quite grateful for being able to live with.
In my life this skill helped me too many times to get up and go on, maybe I couldn't know what war is like till I lived it, because I'm meant to live it, and I'm glad I went through it.
I learnt that we always have something to appreciate. The skill of appreciating any small detail brought happiness in my life and taught me that everything happens for a reason, and there is always something good comes out of the bad moment you live.
A quotation from my dear friend, Dee, wall:
“You cannot wait for an untroubled world to have an untroubled moment. The terrible phone call, the rainstorm, the sinister knock on the door—they will all come. Soon enough arrive the treacherous villain and the unfair trial and the smoke and the flames of the suspicious fires to burn everything away. In the meantime, it is best to grab what wonderful moments you find lying around.”
― Lemony Snicket, Shouldn't You Be in School?
"Never blame anyone for being who they are, as you never know what they've been through. Try to put yourself in their shoes as much as possible, and even if this wouldn't show you the whole case they live, but would make you a bit more understanding."

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