Most people have their fathers in their lives, I did too. Many people love their fathers and are happy they have them and love them. Well, you see the way my father was a parent makes me not want to even love anyone or have a family. I lived with my father for 8 years and I loved every second. The last part of the last sentence was a lie. I hated it. I hated him. He was crazy, but a normal person wouldn't know that. He seemed like the nicest person on earth and you can be his best friend, he was very social with people. He was in the Iraqi army for the Iraq and Iran war. Then he went to art school and there is where he met my mom. She told me that she fell in love with him the moment she saw him. He liked to kill people, not physically but mentally, give them problems for the rest of their lives. Qassem (my father's name) was also a fan of physical abuse.
My father worked for my grandpa as one of the managers at his travel and tourism company, Iraq before the war was a great destination for people to vacate as it's called the cradle of civilization because that's where the first civilizations lived. Anyways …show more content…
Well before he did what he do and leave. I myself never believed in Islam, I have nothing against Islam. It's a peaceful religion unlike how media portrays it. Well, my dad and my mom just loved shoving their religion down my throat and always making me pray. I hated it. Well, my dad was abusive about it. I remember my grandma bought me a Santa toy and he took it from me as soon as we got home and threw it on the ground and it broke and he said "we don't believe in that "and slapped me just because he can and I cried. I mean the guy was insane, he beat me every day and yelled at me and constantly and called me fat and everything basically. Hence, why I still struggle with my self-image by it being disturbed by my
My father worked for my grandpa as one of the managers at his travel and tourism company, Iraq before the war was a great destination for people to vacate as it's called the cradle of civilization because that's where the first civilizations lived. Anyways …show more content…
Well before he did what he do and leave. I myself never believed in Islam, I have nothing against Islam. It's a peaceful religion unlike how media portrays it. Well, my dad and my mom just loved shoving their religion down my throat and always making me pray. I hated it. Well, my dad was abusive about it. I remember my grandma bought me a Santa toy and he took it from me as soon as we got home and threw it on the ground and it broke and he said "we don't believe in that "and slapped me just because he can and I cried. I mean the guy was insane, he beat me every day and yelled at me and constantly and called me fat and everything basically. Hence, why I still struggle with my self-image by it being disturbed by my