Well well here I am born into this world from an Iraqi father and a half Dutch half Italian mom in Amsterdam Netherlands at 12:41 pm .<\/p>\n
Now as I mentioned a chapter earlier that I had a surprise in store ,well,a good surprise comes in threes ,the first one which flipped my dad totally (hahahaha)was that I had mole on my body fits exactly to the same mole a friend of our family had it and of course my dad thought my ma was cheating on him ,of course both my ma and the friend denied that they had any affair or what so ever but to my dads unbelief their efforts went wasted.<\/p>\n
Fortunately my dad demanded a test; test was made and proved three things<\/p>\n
1 that he is the biological father to me and am his son …….dddduuuuuhhhhh<\/p>\n
2 the friend and my ma were innocent and that they could never have children cause their blood mismatched.<\/p>\n
3 that my dad is a stupid fuck for not trusting my ma and by losing a very good friend to the family and in the process losing my ma´s respect totally.<\/p>\n
Now of course my dad was disappointed that I was a boy with a dick instead of a chick with poony but they decided somehow sickly (he and ma) to dress me like a girl in my first year and the second too ,grow my hair too and doing in two braids just like a girl ,can you imagine it a boy with two golden braids split in the middle of his head called Hassan .hhhmmmm.<\/p>\n
Any way the second shock and it didn’t last long for them to notice that I was quite,I was really quite not saying any word what so ever ,not even dadada or gagagaga or papapa or mamamama until I was two years ,my dad did something to me that pissed me off and I told him with my two years old mouth and the first words that uttered out of my mouth were (ik haat jou)which means I hate you in Dutch…!!?<\/p>\n
Any way it didn’t took ma long enough to figure that my dad was cheating on her again, and this time it took its toll on her and filed for divorce and my dad happily signed the papers to go with his lover and leaving the full custody for her over my brothers and me.<\/p>\n
So there you have it ma all alone taking care of three kids with no help from anybody all on your own ma (I love you ma).<\/p>\n
She raised me up with care and spoiling me now and then with her treats to me, my older brother didn’t mind but my middle brother was a bit jealous and his jealousy built up to a level of hate and grudge against me ,I can never think of a day where he didn’t hurt me or patronized me for any simple reason .<\/p>\n
The third shock would be when I was 4 years old when everybody were in the kitchen doing some stuff they left me alone in the living room I saw a pack of matches on the table I took it and started lighting it up one after the other and throwing the burning matches on couch, ma comes in the living room and to her shock she sees her son burning half the living room and the couch is history , well she took it easily and her cool attitude she realized it was also her mistake to leave a child unattended.<\/p>\n
I was raised on a pretty catholic way, we went to church every Sunday and she even putted me in the choir to sing in church until the age of 8,and she was smart to put me from day one to an international school where all the lessons were giving in English so i´ve never been to a Dutch school until the university ,my ma was honest with me when I asked about where my dad was and she would answer openly that she is divorced and my dad is gone and no person knows where he is but somehow on my 9th<\/sup> birthday came a man to my party, talked casually to me and congratulated me and then left after 5 minutes, I went then to ask my ma who was that man she replied to me that that was my dad.<\/p>\n You can imagine the shock and awe I was in to realize my dad just came to my birthday party without saying or introducing who he was to me or to my friends and after all I got to know that he was my dad who just left again disappearing in the mist of his own affairs without saying goodbye, I hated him and disliked him from that moment and wished that he never existed in my life or anyone´s life for that matter.<\/p>\n My childhood I would summon it in three words (energy, laughter and happiness) and that I would tell you more about in the next chapter.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Well well here I am born into this world from an Iraqi father and a half Dutch half Italian mom in Amsterdam Netherlands at 12:41 pm . Now as I mentioned a chapter earlier that I had a surprise in store ,well,a good surprise comes in threes ,the first one which flipped my dad totally … L\u00e4s mer<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1506,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-okategoriserad"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogg.improveme.se\/myfreelifestory\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogg.improveme.se\/myfreelifestory\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogg.improveme.se\/myfreelifestory\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogg.improveme.se\/myfreelifestory\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1506"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogg.improveme.se\/myfreelifestory\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/blogg.improveme.se\/myfreelifestory\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blogg.improveme.se\/myfreelifestory\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogg.improveme.se\/myfreelifestory\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blogg.improveme.se\/myfreelifestory\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}