an obituary published
after the death of my sister my pretty
sister waiting for me sister and my soulmate
it’s no longer my stabbed the body there
was so heavy targeted are I have
hard to bear it
I knew well and I was conscious
to begin does not exist anymore she is dead
she is no longer there actually
is only his business his books his
beige satchel his red glasses and his
pretty little redhead craft full of
pens and some coins
that I always keep there were
objects but not m it’s no longer my
torn apart more than his death he was the
slap that hurt me but thanks to
which I was awake
we are December 14, 2006 I
famous word marriage it weeks after
I packed my bags and took my
gifts that I have placed well in the
my cousin’s car trunk
because we had to move my ex-husband and
me to another city where he
practiced his profession of chemists
main
my sister his end the canton play with
sadness and wash red-eyed these
relay and tearful
it’s normal it was our first
separation and we had both
hard to bear especially when we
lived for twenty years as
binoculars us the same
colors we had the same tastes
we have and gould we have
also attended the same school
primary the same college
the same high school and the same faculty
a few minutes before we left my
Adorable fate tight against me stronger
she kissed me on the neck and told me
whispered that is missing already
to calm her
I suggested to my mother who we
accompany to come back in the evening because
that they should not miss classes
the next day as required by Mammer
promises god my sister left me
after helping me install
some business she took the path
back with our cousin but she
never arrived at her mom’s house
is dead she died following a
traffic accident
not immediately but in full
operation at midnight because of a
internal bleeding that doctors
could not stop in time she is
died at the age of 21
when I arrived I found my
mother at the door of the mark
I told him I remember it very
good
I killed my sister is not you my
sweetheart
it’s his fate, my mom told me
who had just lost his elder yes this
his destiny a destiny
destiny on December 21 his wife to
Robin is no longer at the morgue
I saw my sister she was relocated
smiling this yellow like a corner with a
injury a very deep wound to
the head
I will let my coldness against me
anguish
I kissed his franc played
without a blow it’s even soft and his feet
cold
I could smell it I asked him
to forgive me
I do not even find the words for
describe my condition I can say
only I was pitiful yes
I was pitiful to do and annecy
I was enraged
I screamed to the point of losing
consciousness
my two feet were almost
paralyzed the moment of his burial
was horrible for me I did everything
japanized I could bear to see
his epitaph my sister his end was
reduced to an inscription engraved on
her tender no trace of her that
memories that images as objects
that is worthless
I had seen a lot of time with the
feeling of guilt
before realizing that I’m avenging myself and
my own person that I was destroying myself
it’s me who has nurtured this feeling
devastating of my sense of my soul and
from my dark thoughts my mourning was
very deep it still needed that
I have eyes but not in the way
I wash or it was so cruel it was
a tough test
she took it all is ephemeral
nothing is eternal and that I could
to be faithful to my sister’s memory
while acting positively
I took my destiny in hand and I
pursued
a Facebook publication of a group
of young people who made a call for the
collection of foodstuffs for
a human action I attended
one of their meetings from then on we do not
never separated
this is the young group abir sabine who
later became the jet association
ship sabine for development
human and this after years of
hard work of commitment to
volunteering militancy of altruism and
of expertise within the association
I finally found myself
freed from my nightmares I got
raised because I managed to
overcome my pessimism and my misfortune
I needed to heal and jeal
thanks to this very associative work
fruitful for my consolation and for
our beneficiaries
I healed thanks to my friends
khalid founder and president of
the association
omar treasurer medica active member of
the association
meriem shea but she is many others
people who reached out to me
actions and projects
the association which have a
human character in healing the
injuries they are all marked by
values such as solidarity the
generosity help each other feeling
of altruism sharing
citizenship through our group
very homogeneous thanks to donations and
patrons
we realized several projects
who became the motto of the association
young at birsa bits for the
human development and more
carriers of a large socio-economic project
economic integration
economic of five women in a
difficulty situation with our
partner our mission
and help vulnerable people
and suffering every project of
the association to its target at its
philosophy and its strategic vision
what we achieved is the fruit
of the tenacity of the will of the
wisdom patience of all members
from the Association
it was not and it still is not
easy to carry out such
stock
however we managed to
overcome all the obstacles that would have
could discourage us and you are at the top
our passion for volunteering
we showed
responsibility for courage and
determination to reach our ends
I told you this story
my story is it not for you
make it sad but to show you
how can we come out winner of a
tough test
a misfortune edition a truism born of
suffering two titles of a
human experience bringing hope
that I just shared with you the
life this little word life life we
brings more or less tests
difficult when a test occurs
know that there is always there
lesson of life it seems to suffer a
suffering without drawing two lessons from
life is a terrible waste of time and
of energy because then we learn nothing
we do not progress in suffering
needlessly be optimistic and do not give in
not to the discouragement of life
seek to know the lesson of who
can you teach a test if you
get there you’ll come out grown up and
triumphant
you see this flower this flower
white
she represents to my eyes my sister her
woman heroine of my story is
connected with my life is synonymous with purity
and clarity
I offer it to you with everyone
love
thank you
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