Going by the rules that I’ve been taught
More understanding of what’s around me
And protected from the walls of love
For anyone who knows me well you would know I simply do not enjoy English music…The above, however, are words from Delta Goodrem’s song- Born to Try!Accidently came on the radio in the car, the words seemed to be in my head for days after. With Google not being far I managed to type some keywords I remembered and here it is, words I truly believe in: BORN TO TRY
It is the summer break here in Hawler, and coincidently the holy month of Ramadan. I must admit it is hard to enjoy the fasting season in this deadly hot weather, nonetheless, the Ramdan spirit is everywhere. As soon as you step outside your home you can feel the atmosphere of this Holy Month, something I was not used to in Australia. That is just another one of those reasons why I believe there is no place like home!! The scenery on the left is one of the many natural beauties you can witness in the region.
In Dr. Frances’s lectures it was often hard to tell who was supposed to teach with all the comments and opinions during the lecture (that was at the beginning of the year…. of course this latter changed) The last minute studies and the lectures Kak Zrar gave us the day before the exams or early morning on exam day had their own unique taste. The Picture on the right is the day before our Middle East exam the next morning. We tended to be a group who liked to leave everything to for the last minute (from assignments, catching up on lecture notes to actually STUDYING)
I must admit I miss every second. Our Politics and IR class to me was like a big family, I write with gloom that next year our family will be broken into parts, as a result of the Exam 
Board decision we have people going in a little different paths.
Many, including myself are a little restless and confused of how the university will continue, we all have our fingers crossed and hope things will move to the right direction. We must however remain optimistic and support one another. Even if we are not in the same class… One thing is for sure, the bond of our family and the strong frienship we share will always remain tight.
I hope you are all enjoying your break…
See you in a months time,
My Nest in Kurdistan 
hahahahahahah nice. you seemed to have a good year, but knowing you, even from the worst times you manage to put on a smile.you are absolutely right girl, the memories you make in uni can never be repeated, enjoy it the most you can.
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i've never read essays as rich and expressive as yours, you are truly one of the best writers !!!the way you love your homeland is affectionate !! i wish you all the best in your life as a reporter & a writer, keep it on!!cuz YOU ARE THE BEST !!your loving sister & also friend,RANIA..
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It really does have my soul contaminated when I see such photos of my people in such a genocide. But still I have hope when I see people like you carry the mission of finding a suitable home for all the Kurds. This is Mohammed, Taibah University, KSA.
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