Shores of Despair: My life between happiness and sorrow (1)
You are certainly wondering why this melancholy tone, but I would just like to paint my life with tears, with the ink of my memory with the canvas that you would like to hold out to me...Published on June 05, 2020, Safinousta
“A little happiness is not happiness”, R.Campert
If doing the right thing means living in joy, Mayriam wouldn’t be there today.
I’m going to tell you a story, a cross-checking of real facts with an ounce of fiction because the names of the characters and some passages are fictitious.
My name is Mayriam Chéhab, born to a Senegalese mother and a Lebanese father. Not having really known my father because he disappeared when I was 1 year and 6 months old, the only memory I have of him is the photo that my mother keeps preciously in an old box. I grew with Senegalese traditions and culture. My 1.78 meters, my fair complexion, my curly hair and my big light brown eyes characterize the great beauty with which nature has endowed me. Graduated with a Bachelor in Business Management, I preferred or at least I was forced to stop my studies.
I'm going to be 30 years old in two weeks. But I have reached a point where I have the impression that the flowers of the paths of my life have all faded away, that the clouds of my sky have darkened, so much that no solar ray reaches the ground that I tread on. Divorced 2 years ago I am the mother of an adorable little girl of 3 years old, she is my only reason for living, the only light that lights up my eyes in this darkness ... My Asta, as I named her, is a divine blessing.
You are certainly wondering why this melancholy tone, but I would just like to paint my life with tears, with the ink of my memory with the canvas that you would like to hold out to me...