i don't know if i'm ready to write something and share it with people..my first diary book was a black one and i had it when i was about 11 years old..anyway at this instant i feel like i'm writing in my diary..we invited my uncles and the cousins to Aleftar (which means the main meal after a day of fasting)..we had so much fun as one big family..but actually the worst part was washing dishes..i love the family's union but the huge number of the dishes that needed to be washedthat the thing the i hate..different kinds of food and drinks..as my mom was cooking my job was closing the doors of the kitchen because one day the cat took the chiken and it reached the outdoor but it couldn't drag the chicken because it was heavy..what a loss hhhh..so i have to keep that in mind and close the doors...anyway at that day we welcomed a new member to our family(my cousin's son) he is so tinyhhh...having a big family is a nice thing which i really enjoy...after the meal we usually have tea in their special estkans(the small cups)..that's all my diary 
