What brings peace to me Is going to the beach Walking and sunbathing Going to the park

I can’t help but feel bad because they express themselves like that against me. They grow tired of me

A crisis can change a person on the way they see the world, It can make them more grateful, more understanding,

It’s OK to be hurt, Someday, you’ll get back up again. It’s OK to be sad,

Moments in silence with the wind it blows ever so steady
Like a mountain and the beautiful scenery and all its splendor

When you are sad, what do you do? Whom do you go to? Do you believe in the language of the world, its signs, and its compassionate stance? In my personal life, I have felt lonely many times in carrying the burdens of the world on my feeble shoulders.

My father was a doctor and a member of the military for years, so we would travel to different cities. I was born in the city of Shahpour in the vicinity of Khoi in Azerbaijan. I was the fourth child in my family that included two sisters and one older brother.

Hello, Pain. I feel you and I know why you have come. I accept you and listen to your message. I value your mission.

Every morning I open my eyes to the painting hanging in my room. An energetic girl is playing with a piglet on a green hill. Piglet! Before this, I could not imagine that one can have a piglet to play with.

My writing has the title of The Voice of Children of Divorce. I chose this title because I am a byproduct of a failed marriage. Now that I have time to express some of my inner turmoil, I want to share with you the reader some of the negative impacts of divorce on me. For us children of divorce, we have in some ways been dismissed by one parent or, in some instances, both parents.