Thursday 10/July/2025 – 06:51 PM
High school students from a few hours were in the committee to write the last answer in determining their fate, but in front of the doors of schools or a father, they lived a exam that did not put it in the ministry’s schedule.
There is a mother who was teared while she was seeing her son, seeing from the last committee, not only because of the conclusion, but because she was also concluded with her long days she was wake up, and she reads her and returned her, and she was entrenched under the sun, and in a father standing on the sidewalk he laughed, but in his laughter, he was a stressful rest, as if he was preparing the days with the paper and pen, I am at the moment of the end, who finally came to the father His backs, who would be tolerated because his birth did not feel.
High school was not only a question paper for the student, it was also the silence of a fearful father, and the love of a mother, the father can not be with them a lesson, and I do not return with them a letter, but he was the most extent that they keep all their features while they were exhausted and the days are in his guidance, and his hand that trembles from fear, stands by the righteousness of the committee every day, in the same place, with the same anxiety, but without words, even if the world is not.
Today, the students came out of the last committee, which is considered the most difficult position in their lives, the exams were concluded, but its effect was still on the mothers ’inscription, and on the features of the fathers who were silently tired, and I think that I was a student, I was writing the faces of the committee, and the day, and I remained in the authority of the committee on the people who were involved, and about the one who was standing on the sidewalk with their hearts. Every year, I see the same scene, but my age is not seen with one eye, with his eyes with the eyes of the girl who was one day a face and surrounded in the same situation, I still think of every exam, and every letter I was trying to think of, and every time I forgot every need before I see the question paper, but what we never feel my feeling at the time, but studying you forget, and the answers are evaporated, Memory, who was with me and he was afraid of his heart, and in my opinion this is true success.
And you have seen them with the eye of the journalist who knows that the true story is not all about the question paper, but you write on the sidewalk that turns to an arena of love, patience and supplication, the secondary was concluded, but the story is still not saved, the story begins from another in many stages in their lives.
Paper greeted salvation, and the committees were closed, but the supplication of mothers, the support of the fathers, and their fatigue that we do not see from afar, is the one who preferred is open. In the other, there is no greater sum of their satisfaction, and there is no more important college than the bosom of Umm, the story was not about degrees, the story was about the love of what is notazy, and the people of what is not.
I tell you a need? The time will be made, and the scene completes, and the truth does not change every year, in which there is a mother with your invitation, and a father standing up to you, and in it a silent love story you are not looking at a sheet, but by making the result of a full age.
