It Will Begin..

I noticed that this would always be the pattern if I am writing on a blog. First there would be some excessive writings and posts. And then the posts frequency decreases week by week. This morning I took a peek into this page and I was quite surprised that it has actually been three weeks since I wrote last.

I have to admit that this is not the first blog I've started, there were few others but I don't think it's necessary to write the names of my previous blogs. They're actually not worth mentioning, apart from the fact that the contents in them are very personal.

So let me explain to you why I have disappeared for the past three weeks.


After I came back from Påsk celebration in April, that's right, it was the last post I made, I received a mail in the post box, that I was to come for an Introductory Day in a nearby Lernia school. I didn't know what it was about, as I thought that you have to go through selections or some sort of evaluation tests to enter your first Swedish class. And from that day onwards, I have been going for my Swedish classes. Which is really great.

My classmates are really sweet, I must say, all of them. We have students from Iran, Iraq, Nigeria, Russia, Bosnia Herzegovina, Macedonia, Argentina, Brazil, Albenia, Hungary, China, Romania and few more which I don't remember because there are just too many.

In the first day of class, there was Oil from Thailand. Long black hair, eyes as black as the night, and quite a simple person. I could see she was quite happy to see someone else from Southeast Asia. I thought that maybe the next day I could have lunch with her. But it turned out that she moved to another class by request, and when I asked her why, she said that the timing is not so convenient for her as she is working, or something like that.

At the same time, I became close to Fatemeh from Iran. She came to Sweden because her husband, an Iranian, whom studied in Sweden has a stable job after they get married. She's really funny, understands my jokes and has a fresh and pretty face with an attractive pair of eyes. I started to think that I would enjoy hanging out with her. Only a couple of days in school and she never came to class anymore. I have tried to send her a text message but there was no reply.

And then Saneta from Bosnia came, she was pregnant, just arrived to Sweden two weeks ago when she received a call to join the class. That's quite lucky, I thought. She has burgundy hair, which most of the time is all over the place, probably because she's in her first pregnancy. And I suspect that it is a boy, looking at her condition. Green eyed Saneta was easy to talk to and she seemed to have gone through Swedish basics before she came to class, making it easy for her to understand parts of the lessons that she have missed before she joined.

Because Saneta joined us later, she was called by our teacher to join a group of other new joinees for a special class to do some catching up. After she came back from that class, with her came two girls, one from Macedonia, and another from Argentina. I felt a bit awkward with these girls. The reason being was I felt annoyed at myself for thinking that I would be close to someone because you enjoy being with them. And with Saneta I thought I already have her in my friendship territory, and to me, these two new girls appeared as intruders. I don't know why I felt that way, but I could not help myself, at that moment.

Saneta went to the hospital for her pregnancy checkups quite often, and during this time, Sofia, the girl from Argentina, was always referring to me for help. It irritated me at first, don't ask me why!, but I managed to calm myself down and we get along very well after that. I found out that her husband is working in the police force and she lives VERY close to the city center, maybe IN the center itself, because she could just walk 2 minutes to the main avenue. I found that I like talking to her, and she is entertaining and funny.

During all these times, there was another girl from Iran that I am close to. Her name is Ghazal and she has straight black hair, fair complexion and nice features. Ok, I think all of the Iranian and Iraqi girls in my class are beautiful. Ghazal doesn't speak much English. Neither much Swedish. But we always understand each other and take the opportunity to laugh at each other when we can, finding almost small little things funny. I am afraid that she feels a little left out whenever I am talking with Saneta and Sofia. But she always like to hang out with me anyway.

Last Tuesday, our teacher told us that we are going to have a test next week. And after that Ghazal's face was pale for the whole time during the class. She did not come to school anymore for Wednesday and Thursday.