Introduction

Hi. I'm an 11 year old girl in Grade 6. I'm from Egypt but live in Canada. I am proudly a muslim. All my life, I've loved writing. When I was less than 4 years old, my mother introduced me to Microsoft Powerpoint. I started to make "books" on it. When I started school, my love for writing just grew. But from kindergarten to Grade 3, I had something called Selective Mutism. In Junior Kindergarten, I wouldn't talk to my teacher. I was completely silent. I don't know what caused me to be like that. As the years went on, I would whisper and only talk to my friends aloud. I had therapy, but even the therapist couldn't solve the problem. So I did. I gathered the little courage I had and finally decided to transfer schools. I'm much more comfortable in the school I'm in right now. I talk out loud, have the best friends in the world, and have the best teachers a girl could ask for. I have given it some thought and realized. I love saying my opinion. I love hearing other's opinions. Being a journalist is the job for me. Now I don't know if my dreams will change, but for now, I want to make the most of this dream.

Friday, 26 December 2014

♩ ♬ ❅ ❆ Let It Go ❅ ❆ ♪ ♫

     Recently, I have started to paint more. It's fun. I enjoy painting because I get to express my emotions in my art. I don't paint to make money. I paint to show people what goes on in my mind. Sometimes, my feelings are well guarded. In a painting I called Flight of the Thunderbirds, it expresses all the emotions I was feeling when I painted it. I originally painted a few simple seagulls, like the ones you probably drew as a kid. That m shaped thing? That's it. Then, I splattered different colours, angry and sad colours, on to them as if they don't know which direction to go because they can't see. It was based on how I felt like I couldn't please everyone. I couldn't choose. The red represented how angry I was that certain people didn't treat me the way I felt like I should be treated. The blue represented how confused I was about what to do and how depressed I felt.  To this day, I still don't know why I just can't deal with decision making. When it's something simple, I can easily pick. But when it's bigger, you'd think I'd be able to decide but instead, it feels as if I'm carrying a weight on my shoulders and I'm pressured to decide. When I talk about my problems to someone, it feels as if they're helping me carry the weight on my shoulders. Sometimes, it feels as if the weight completely disappears. I guess the moral of this not-so-story is that you shouldn't hold in what's bothering you. Let it go.

Tuesday, 9 December 2014

Help the Homeless

     When I walk through the streets of Canadian cities, they all have some things in common. Like people without homes sitting against a wall with a Tim Hortons cup in their hands waiting for someone to notice them. Nearly everyone does. But nearly everyone tries to ignore them. They are humans too! If you don't want to give them money, at least smile or say hello. You can't ignore them like they're some sort of animal. Because they're not. Whatever reason they have for needing money is not important. They have lives. It could make their day just for you to smile or give them money. You could offer to take them to a shelter. Anything but leave them the same way you saw them. A smile can make someone's day. My mother always told me never to ignore them. So listen to the wise, old woman (Sorry mom!). She's experienced plenty and I'd love to have her be writing with me right now. The Canadian government is also trying to stop poverty but it isn't so easy. They need US to help them. We can help change lives if we just stopped and donated money, or clothes or even food. We can help others in need even if they are at the other side of this planet. I'm asking all of you to please take some time to donate to charities. Together, we can help bring back World Peace. It existed once. It can exist again.