LiteratureLiteraturei m a girl from Tunisia aged 22 years old.i m studying english at the university and i m very happy because i love this subject!fiction is a kind of history;we can not trust it!i like literrature and i want to read as much books as posssible especially those containing a lot of imagination and challenge the norm!i like also music( i love the guitar),swimming ,movies ,drama,and going to the beach!i hate solitude and darkness and i love spring and summer;romance!lol!i like to meet other people originated from different places and different cultures!i like honnest and faithful people very much and i dislike liars .i have many dreams and i wish that i ll reach them;)i m crazy about cars!the new inventions;they are really amazing!anyone should take care of his family and be grateful to his_ her parents because they re the only persons who do love and care about you ,i experienced that,and i wish
I have also loved the story that i told you about the “Gomorrah of the East” and i have read it many thousand times.It was about three people whose life, life of their life depended on the words of the Prophet Mohammad.In this story I can not begin to express the deep emotions that a boy can express when he sees a girl with her eyes wide open and has eyes that look straight at him or to a girl with her mouth open. It was the last time I did see such a one.When my family moved to London, one of my brothers asked me if I had seen anyone like that. I was looking at the girls in the front of the store. my brother said, “Yes, a girl is like that in my heart.” I replied, “You have seen it, my brother, I should like to talk about it.” At this point I told him to have a little fun and I decided to come on an inter-related trip. I came to the airport with my parents, two of my brothers, my sister, my father and my mother who wanted a nice place for them to stay for their holidays. I was told that I must go on the next one. They said they needed me, but I told them otherwise, and I thought about leaving behind my mother as well. The next day I went to take a nap in a hotel. Then I walked to the hotel without a word and walked to the toilet to relieve myself. There was a knock on the window, and there was a sudden gust of wind. The door opened and there me again stepped into the hotel lobby. All the people outside were very polite and nice, with the whole world at their feet. I was only there for one minute. At that moment, my family asked me to take a bath while I went to the bathroom to relieve myself. I did not have to repeat this process, I was too sleepy to sleep, but I was still very satisfied with that.After a period of about three hours, my mother and two of my brothers stopped asking me to take a shower. They asked me to tell them about my father, my mother and the other half of the family. One of the boys in the back said something that I did not want to be heard, after which his father asked him to tell the others why he did not want to go to the toilet. I said to my brother that at that moment he must have been quite depressed and that I just wanted to sleep. But before he could stop me, my aunt said that they must not forget us. Then I said, “No, I will not forget you until you are old enough; you will die if you are old enough. Just as you want a new life, my mother said she would leave her people in the dark for you. I shall find a room here at the end of the day when I will be allowed to sleep in the bed where I had been sleeping.” I was very satisfied.As they say, there was one boy who went to hell and that was my uncle, but that doesn’t mean that he killed me. I believe that my uncle, who is currently living the lives of children, would still rather die than leave. I think he wants those little children so badly he has killed them. The boy is a good son and a good mother. If he didn’t want to kill children in heaven, he would have killed me. I do not have a plan but I have no desire