It is lovable and loved

My Mother! I Can Do It

 In the course of time, people want getting rid of everything and focus precisely on that special style of life. Everyone wishes to close his eyes and imagines the precious sight, it is the beauty that makes God’s creatures happy, it is the reason to smile without drinking wine; facing it from the first glance adores joyfulness as your usual sense. When I, targeting myself, talk about beauty, such a sweet, kind woman often comes to my mind. My mother whom I do love so much is the beauty of life for me, her presence would let me ignore everything, every living creature, and focus on her elegance, kindness and rightly her beauty. What could make me happier is my family, who all love her, especially my father who loves her in an extreme manner; much more than anybody else. Since I was a kid, I told myself, ‘I can do it.’ And for the black of my mother’s eyes, I will do that. 

  Once upon a time, in a day at an hour in this life appeared such a new boy who has been named Hamza. Hamza lived in a family of father, mother, three sisters and eight brothers, where he was the sweet youngest member of his family. His mother took care of him, taught him how to act within society: what to mouth, when to laugh, where to go, and with whom to stay till he becomes a gentleman proud of himself, dealing well with people, and always studying and seeking for new information. During his childhood, he was so a naïve kid, inexperienced in life that he was accompanying his father wherever he went to learn the tips that mature a man to live his manhood rightly full of experience, uneasy to those who would like to ejaculate and envy such good people. His brothers liked him so much beginning by the elder brother Hocine to Ali, Ismail, Brahim, Youcef, Mohammed Bachir, and Boubaker, who likes people to call him KIKI. His sisters were like Zohra his mother resembling her kindness and tolerance. He liked them all starting from the elder member of his family Salima to Somaia and Chahira. In an exceptional manner, his mother loved him, always was telling him that he would be her hero, champion man when she would be a grandmother of his children. When NANI, as he liked people to call him, was eighteen years old, he was going to pass his Baccalaureate exam that year. NANI thought that to get a good average in that examination means working hard day and night, but that was completely wrong and he might blame himself on doing it.

  In 2015, NANI was preparing himself for his Baccalaureate exam at the end of the year. NANI decided to master the natural science stream in Hassani Abdel-Karim secondary school, careless about everything. He worked day and night to reach his objective. When he got sick, he used not to see the doctor for, as he thought, it is a waste of time and he should attend the classes by any means to gather all the information from his dearest teachers. By the end of the first trimester, NANI got quite a good average as it may seem, but he was unsatisfied by having 14.94, so he decided to stop everything and to focus on his studies; NANI slept at midnight and woke up before the dawn to be ready for morning courses. He kept doing the same till God made him stop the bad habit. What made NANI unable, tired and awfully sick, is the addiction to learning. On the twelfth of April, NANI got rightly sick where he was unable to walk, kept crying all the night because of the pain, seeking how to reduce the ache, but whenever he moved his leg or his hand it would hurt much more, for he suffered from Arthritis. The worst thing that will ever hurt him is not that painful sickness. It is she, his mother who wished to be instead of him, the one who didn’t know what to do or what to say whenever she saw her future hero suffering a lot. When she uttered those utterances, he thought that he should suicide. He cogitated that NANI’s career would better to stop as she said, ‘Go and kill him! I can’t see my son suffering!’ Within time, the doctor found the appropriate medicines for him. He was cured and became quite well. After few days, NANI hated life and wished to stop it, but he could not for just God who does and just God who knows when to make NANI happy again.

  On the fifteenth of May, NANI has been cured; he recovered after fighting with that painful sickness, but later than twelve days life has changed for him. Being happy after the cure didn’t take much time for his best friend, the sweetest companion has got rightly sick with a clot on the brain level. It is she, his mum. The first few days were completely harmful for she suffered from memory loss. Her husband, standing in front of her, talking to her, she didn’t know him, unfortunately. This situation didn’t take more than three days when she regained her memory, yet losing her words, darkening her voice without mouthing any such a word. Things became harder once again when NANI discovered that his mother couldn’t walk, and neither to talk nor even to raise her hand. What could NANI do? He has to adopt the new life. NANI was going to pass his Baccalaureate exam after ten days. Hearing her crying, receiving letters from best friends trying to help him at least morally, NANI was revising his lessons and preparing himself for the crucial examination. At the exam, he was always kissing his mother’s hand, telling her that he would do his best to succeed. He, fortunately, undertook several familiar questions in some subjects and somewhat hard, uneasy tasks in others. In principle, NANI felt quite comfortable about what he had written on his sheets. By the fifteenth of July, happiness appeared in NANI’s face as it used to appear; he succeeded in his exam with a good average that permitted him to study at the ENS of Ouargla to be an English language teacher. NANI made his mother happy and draw the smile on her lovely face, careless about any pain or harmful ache. To study English at the Ecole Normale Supéreieure d’Ouargla was a dream that has come across NANI’s real life, it is a good experience to be there and especially for him where he found people made from gold, their precious sight made him forget some of his recent bad career. Acting as an elder brother, he did his best to help him. It is he, Fathi who was the best ever classmate in his career. As well, he met the best ever girl that NANI has ever known in the lifetime, her existential attributes made him forget the past and get used to thinking only about the future. It is she, the loveliest kindest girl.

   NANI has become ready to pay; indeed, he would like to pray. Doing his best to accomplish success is what could make NANI or I happy and satisfied in this long course of life. Wherever I go and whatever occasion may I be in, spreading happiness and optimism is the strong behavior that I will, so often and always, keep up living and dealing in this society with.