Family Stories

My Family history

           Around 60 years ago, Russia conquered "Uzbekistan"- our country. People there had to leave in order to maintain their religion. There was a great warm against Muslim people.

       My great grandfather took his family and moved from that place by crossing the river which joined Uzbekistan and Afghanistan. So, they faced many problems to change their life. They lived there a few years before coming to Saudi Arabia.

       Now, we are here, we were born here, we grew up here and live our life happily "all praise be to Allah". But sometimes we miss our country, our place that we are from originally and our relatives there. I hope that if I could speak my language well, I would just visit my family's neighborhood, but I can't. Of course one day I will go back and achieve my ambition to be there and 
make our parents proud of us.

by :Sundus Hashim 

My Father’s Childhood

When my father was only 4 or 5, he used to live in a village near Ankara. It is the capital city of Turkey.

My father's childhood was strange. He had to help his grandfather in his farm. My grandmother used to go to help her father-in-law too. My father's job was taking care of the harvest from birds and strangers. They didn't have electricity, so they used candles and oil lights. They hadn't ever travelled by car. Once they decided to travel. They rented a car. It was the first time to travel by car for my father and my uncles. My father was fascinated because he saw trees run very fast. Then he realized they were moving fast – the passengers in the car - not the trees

Now, they are all memories. My father enjoys telling us those stories. He visited these farms last summer and he was happy to see them again

                                                                                             by: Arwa Mustafa Tamarji