FOREWORD

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When I started writing this story, I was young and clueless. I did not really know myself and I definitely did not know what I was supposed to be doing here in this world.
I was a fresh fifteen-year-old, who, of course, had not found her purpose yet.
But it was something that bothered me, to say the least. I didn't like the fact that I was alive but I didn't know why.
We're told that everything always happens for a reason.
Our existence is surely not an exception, is it?
So, I started questioning everything around me.
And while I may still only have bits of the answer and not the entire one, I know one thing.
There is no way I will die without having left my mark here on Earth.
I wrote this story because this life is the only one we are given and even though I'm only seventeen, I've seen enough go to waste. I've seen enough people play around with their lives as if there was a restart button for them to click on once things go irrevocably wrong. Let this here be your wake-up call, dear reader: life is no game and sadly, such a button does not exist.

I wanted to tell people that, I wanted to scream these words out into the universe but a part of me knew that I would end up with no success and only a sore throat.
So, I did what most people do when their mouths can't speak.
I let my thoughts speak. On paper.
Created a universe, in which you have no other choice but to make the darkness cry because of your strength. To remember you as a person for the decades to come because the world is not used to seeing fierce fighters taking on the dark. 

I know that there are millions of people out there, who carry that strength inside of them and all they need is a little nudge to make the most out of that power.

Let this book here be your nudge.
Let this story show you that you can be buried under the ground and still rise up to fly as high as airplanes and clouds and birds.
Let this story here show you the sides of the world that are painted ugly, that are seen through dangerous lenses, that are always viewed with prejudice and hatred.
I hope you can feel a spark of life in your soul while reading and after you've read this book.
I hope that you won't regret picking it out and opening it.

Thank you for giving me a chance and for taking the time to read into my mind.

Love, Reham

(FOR YOUR INFORMATION: the title of this book „Ya'aburnee" is an arabic term and it translates into „You bury me". It can be interpreted as „I hope to die before you do", it's the feeling when you love someone and you can't imagine to live without them so you hope to die before they do. Just wanted to clarify since not a lot of people know the term's meaning:))

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