4 – Home

It is so weird that i feel that this is home, maybe it is true, home is where the heart is.

I first had this feeling when i was coming back on the plane from Cairo, i felt so happy, i felt so nice, when i saw the ajax stadium from the plane i was amazed at how much happy i was, i thought that home will be always home, but no, your home can change, it really can.

Of course i will be always nostalgic about Egypt and it has all my friends and family but maybe the huge disappointment that Egypt caused to me ended my great feeling for it.

For me Egypt is about my family, if i can have them here always i wouldn’t want to see it again, which is weird, so weird.

Sometimes i wish for a friend or two here, people to hang out and drink coffee and walk with, but i wish they will come in time, maybe, i always took time to make friends, and i believe it may happen.

So, another news, i am pregnant which is great actually, now is great, at the beginning it wasn’t and i will write more about it in the upcoming days.

But because i feel that way about Egypt and my husband does too, i feel we don’t know how we will raise the baby, i feel lost about my heritage and where i come from, so i always consider myself a human that’s it and that is the most basic thing, then a Muslim but not like most Muslims at all, maybe in the way i look, but not in my believes.

Maybe i will raise the baby as a good human too, a good Muslim who believes in the religion of humanity.

Maybe i will.

Everything is so confusing for me and i think the hormones are the reason for that 😀

Anyway stay tuned and wish me luck !

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