” I never imagined that cancer would be the reason for achieving what I aspire and dream of, but the truth is sometimes bitter, and how beautiful it is for the taste of truth to turn from bitter to sweet.

When I was a child, I was always told that I look like a doctor, and I have always liked this compliment because it gives my character and my family a kind of reverence, respect, and appreciation among people, but in fact of the matter; My desire did not reach its euphoria by hearing that sentence, and at that time I knew that there was something wrong between my feeling of satisfaction and the people praising my body.

She graduated from middle school, and was forced to major in life sciences in high school; I would be prepared to study medicine at the university, and there was no other option at the time except to study what was a “trend”, as if medicine or life sciences would determine my value as a person in society.

I graduated from high school with an excellent rate of more than 90%, everyone was happy with that result, but my happiness did not reach its high yet, and in my own decisions I know very well that my future will not be among the dark corridors of the hospital, wearing white, reminding me of death whenever I see it.

Adolescence has ended and youth has begun, and at that time I was waiting to enter university; Specifically, registration in the College of Human Medicine. And one night I don’t know the details of it I started to feel that something was wrong with me limiting my body from responding to what is normal.

My temperature began to rise to 39, which affected my mind, and the other began to act strangely until it reached me to the point of coma. At that time, I and my family remembered that these symptoms were not new, but it’s the result of three years of neglect.

I traveled to Jordan and there I was diagnosed with leukemia, and on the same day, I started taking a dose of chemotherapy, which exhausted my body and eventually brought me into intensive care.

I remember well what the doctor said at the time that there was no hope for my recovery and that I should return to Libya so that it would be easier for my family to prepare the burial ceremonies, and in the meantime, my life was between two parts, the first and most likely death. The second is that I live and it is the least likely, and here I asked myself: If a miracle happened and I did not die, how would I live ?! “