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CHAPTER 100
I did not have the time to write. We were kept on the go always. Ummi had full house – the kids fm Amal and Kerima were there – in total 8.CHAPTER 99
I was not aware how much i needed the contact to the outside world, yet proved that within two days: my husband said he wanted to go to a city – around 300 km away fm Tripoli – for a day and a night. He only returned after three days and three nights. I nearly went nuts.CHAPTER 98
I was tired; a night with interruptions, 02:00 hrs, 05:00 hrs etc... – milk… That’s how it should be done the first 3 months… So we let it be, something new had been added these past 40 years… My parents had NOT done anything – they had me cried the first 3 nights and then – never again sleepless nights. But the “new” education says: Thy shall not be so brutal… They also explained in “big” letters and in books: there are three different types of sleepers: i.e.
CHAPTER 97
Perhaps I had postnatal depressions – I always broke in tears whenever I was moved – how annoying… Well – get used to it… So, now I was at home and felt like the ultimate greenhorn, a stupid chick with a baby and I had NO idea how to take care of her… Brilliant – in addition she had her first “vomit days” and I nearly went nuts… Ummi came to me and said: “If you need me – I will help you – no matter if it is day or night – come to my house. We all started small, be happy that you are not alone.” How prophetic these lines were – we did not know in advance – yet yes, I went to her more often than I would have wished for… And it was not only because of my kids – it was because of HER “kid”… However – I was VERY grateful, that this family had accepted me – and that I had been taken care of well, too. Finally the parcel fm my parents had arrived… There was one P.O.Chapter 96
She was here – finally here – the little one who looked like my dad and my brother initially. Hands and feet were like my dad’s, even the chin and the expression – it was as if my dad had been born, again. The eyes were a mixture between Salah’s and mine, the nose was really Salah’s.CHAPTER 95
Oh yes, and the parcel fm my parents had not arrived either… No idea whether it had been the war or whether someone else had found it nice and kept it. Could be… Next time I would tell my parents – write OLD clothes and pls never ever write more than 50 Swiss Franks on it… However c’est la vie…
I did not count on it anymore – too many days had passed; i.e. more than a month.
CHAPTER 94
Before he went to sleep I told Salah – I will cook – sliced beef with shi take mushrooms and dried champignons. Oh he was drooling. Next day I had waited until 16:00 hrs and had not eaten anything – just tasted – only eaten fruit the whole day.CHAPTER 93
I asked myself when would be the next time I was able to go to the internet – and, when I would finally get rid of my huge belly… It would be so beautiful to get rid of all that water in my legs. I was not even able to stand or sit longer than I wished to – yet I had the impression that I had the same and the same stuff in my head, boring… Salah had brought some camel liver and hearts. He cooked it – it was very delicious.CHAPTER 92
Mufida another chapter in Mufida’s life: she was constantly depressive. I took the decision to make a session with her with NLP (Neuro Linguistic Programming). I had attended a course in 1996 – i.e.CHAPTER 91
We still had nothing for the baby. No bed nothing… I was very upset and tired – very tired. The last time of pregnancy was the worst.Top Brands
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