Short History of my Life

I am Ameen, my surname is Naveed, I was born in Shahfulladi village in the center of Bamyan 15 years ago. I was a child under 4 years old, after my father died in civil war in Afghanistan, there were no brothers, two sisters, and no mentor of glutton and guardian. My mother is the youngest child in my family My mother works hard from dawn to dusk to provide food to us Her life is very difficult. When I was five years old, I was climbing the harsh Shahfulladi mountain range. And provided wood and dry bushes during the winter, and provided the heat to live and cook in the room. It is obvious that I was looking for friends of the same age, but they were full of interests and interests and I was able to attend school.

It was that day that was counted as a day of good luck in my life; I was transferred to the Samar orphanage and I was relocated. For about 6 years I lived in the Samar Orphanage which was a ninth grade at school I was in a good position in the class Now I belong to a great family who has learned love, honesty and dedication. All educational facilities are available at Samar Orphanage. I am full of hope, I am full of hope for living here.

Caring for parents Growing up with goodwill is the dream of all deprived children. I am very grateful to my mother Dr. Sima Samar and my parents Abdul Raouf Naveed, my father. They helped me a lot and helped me go to school to learn English and basic computer programs. Without their ongoing support, I will never get these opportunities and achievements.

Like other children and adolescents, I have my own dreams and future wishes. As my father and mother did for me, someday I hope to finish my higher education and help the poor and the poor. This is the greatest wish in my life.

On September 5, 1996, when I woke up in a short history of my life, I suffered the most. That morning, my panic was a pain, I awoke from my sleep, while sipping with pain. I got up from the bed, turned over, hugging my stomach, walking from my room to the corridor, and walked to the bathroom. When I began to urinate, the pain was amplified just as the glass had flowed out. Shocked by this development, I became more worried about finding that urination itself is dark tea dark brown. A few years later, I noticed that the toxins did not permeate everywhere, but broke the way to make the toxins be contained somewhere in my body. At last I removed the remaining appendix and underwent surgery to clean my system. I lived in a hospital for two weeks. It is time I always bring a handheld IV with me to make sure my blood is clean and that my body is not poisoned to release.

A few years ago, I was fortunate to be able to receive a copy of JM Roberts' Simple History of the World. I've never thought of such a wide history so far - the model showed me hundreds of years or even thousands of years. This is a true paradigm shift that had a great influence on my way of thinking afterwards. This paradigm shift, especially applicable to politics, is almost equally beneficial. Take the time to think about broader ideas, and the potential pattern of the real engine of history is the perfect antidote to the Twitter feeds and reports of the horse race presidential campaign. These models may not be hundreds of years old, but their importance is not that important.

For example, my childhood memory in the 1950s is now a different way of life; for young people full of high-tech today, life seems to be almost confusing. I am confident. When I was young I was the same when I found it difficult to accept the story of a poor family that my ancestor endured to endure. Should survivors of the two world wars, especially the slaughters, not understand their story to them, should we understand how civilized society functions? In the memory of the old man, there are usually some attractive messages. From there you can understand the past and where we came from.