What is the value of life and who can determine the value of his life if it is priceless or if it is worth nothing Only people who are in danger that may end their life Only those who know its value But are they really worth living The answer to this question is that he is the person who despite Of their problems and the dangers that beset him, they keep smiling as if they are laughing at her and saying: "Yes, my life is bad, and what after this does not mean that I cannot change it?" They are the ones who deserve to live. Let's see if my story has another opinion.
Hello, my full name is Utron Monsef. Ah, I know my nickname is hard to pronounce, so I like it because it sounds like the name of a king. I live in Algeria anyway. I don't know how to laugh after the horror I lived in that island, and now I'm going to tell you my story on the island and The horror I lived there with the crazy thug who wanted to kill me.
After the hard school season at the university ended, I decided to go on a trip to forget about fatigue and exhaustion, or to transfer everything related to the university, so when I went home, I opened my laptop and started browsing the good tourist areas for the summer season, and when I was browsing, an island called an island caught my attention. Manyac, and the ticket price was very low. This would have helped me save money, so I booked the ticket and the flight was tomorrow.
Then I called my mom to tell her:
Me: Hello mom, how are you?
Mom: I'm fine, thank God.
Me: I wanted to tell you that I will go on a trip abroad, and I will return, God willing, after a month.
Mom: Oh, and where did you get the money for the trip?
Me: Don't be afraid, mom. The price of the trip is low.
Mom: Well, it's a little suspicious, but anyway, I'll pray for you, but be careful on your journey, you won't know what might happen.
Me: Don't be afraid, it's not like I'm going to meet a crazy thug on a tourist island and have a cup of tea with him and say to him, "Oh, how are you and your children's condition" Haha (and how I wish I hadn't told this joke).
Mom: Oh, stop your ridiculous jokes anyway, come back safe.
Me: Ok mom, I promise you.
-When night fell and I lay in bed, I was thinking why the tickets were so cheap despite the beauty of the island.
Early in the morning I packed a backpack because I didn't like big suitcases. I put in my bag all the travel necessities and all the tools I would need if something happened. The flight was at 11, which means I still had three hours to go and the airport was half an hour away by car, but I didn't have a car so I had to take a one-hour bus so I decided to visit my family's house to say goodbye to them. I knocked on the door and my little sister opened the door. I came in and sat with them and we chatted until my mother said:
- But I am worried how a trip to such a beautiful island can be so cheap. I am worried about you, Monsef.
And my father added: Especially since you did not go on a trip abroad before, when I was your age, I did not go outside the country except with a company that knows that country well.
Me: Don't be afraid what could happen to me. I won't get lost. I have a map app in my phone. I won't go back on my decision anyway. I have to go. It's time to go. It's still an hour and twenty minutes until the plane leaves. Bye.
Mom: Bye, have a nice trip
I got on the bus and headed to the airport, and the opposite of what I expected, the bus took forty minutes to arrive, and there were another forty minutes left. He has a $10 game, and there is a sheikh who collapses, a young man for no reason, and women who do not know each other until they talk as if they were friends since childhood. How can you speak fluently with someone I knew five minutes ago? I find this funny, but perhaps you have another opinion, reader. I think you think I am weird, but Trust me, I am not.
- The island of Maniac will take off after 10 minutes. Those involved in the flight are requested to come forward to check their passport.
Finally, now is the time to leave this country and try a different air than the air of the homeland