When I became 18 years old, I got accepted into university of Baghdad, and I had a great job. On the first day of working early in the morning, I was on my way to the work. After I got on the bus, a kid sat next …show more content…
After a while he reached to the front of door of the bus, suddenly I got knocked down. I stood up and looked around, I was woozy and couldn’t hear anything. The weather was dusty, fire was everywhere and people was running in all direction. I realized it was a suicide bomber, I looked toward Ali. He was in the ground laying down I rushed running toward him. He looked like a wet Torn paper then I realized that his soul left this world. That day was so hard and long despite the fact I lived through many similar events. I had overpassed what happened, but I can’t stop thinking and asking myself why this had to happen? And why it had to be end this way? But I concluded that the life will keep going whatever is happened. But what I learned from it is that, the keys of happiness are in our hands. We can be happy even if we live in miserable reality. It is may be a sad ending but I can’t bury Ali’s remembrance in sadness and sorrow; therefore, whenever I get blue, I remember Ali’s smile to overcome