My name is sulaiman, and this is my stor
I live in erbil, capital of kurdistan, i born in mosul the center of nineveh government. I raised there. and i studied in it's schools and university. My situation like many other's; displaced from our original city. And gathered~contained by other cities like erbil. This is part of my story.. But not the full of it! My story begins everyday 5:20 AM. When the alarm wakes me up. I brush my teeth. Wash my face. change my clothes and drink a hot cup of milk. I prepare my bag. i Put the laptop, lectures, and cookies made by my sister or my mother. Then i went out to the trafficlight opposite to my apartment in erbil Wait for 5 min the bus. And then travel 90 km to mosul, were my university We arrive 8:15, i rush from the student's center to my college which is in the east-nothern side of the uni campus. Attending lectures, and attending the practical experiments in the lab. I finish at 2 pm. Coming back to erbil to begin another story of my life. I arrive at 4. I eat my launch in the bus. I had a prepared food in my bag. My bag, like a magical bag has anything you can imagine. I have cookies, croissants, water, gom, sweets, styling gel, and other things. When i arrive erbil. I head to the android bootcamp by udacity with the cooperation of recoded. And this time i work on my laptop,my peer, my friend..
Working on laptop. Programming, bugging, fixing errors, and most importantly
having fun with my colleagues..
You can see that my life is split between two cities, two colleges. And a long boring road full of checkpoints and bumps.
My friends tell me i'm crazy, my relatives thinks i'm wasting my time and my efforts.. And only my parents believe in me.. And support me. Which gives me power to work hard and overcome the difficulties and problems facing me everyday life, and this is the only motivation fot pursuing my learning path...
