why listening to the silence?

In some summer day in 1974 a boy was born in a small village called Bowaidha,IN Mafraq/ Jordan. actually there was no village, a few tents in a wide area of nothing but people living there, they do not know much about world outside but they are dear men and women with deep feeling ruled by ethics and respecting others and their right to exist. The family of this boy kept moving in summer and winter from a mountain to a valley depends on many things.
It was the harvest season and the boy was told lately that his mother put him while she was participating in this "carnival".
Day after day and year after year the boy grew and went to school, in this time the family built a villa of one room it was from mud but it was great, the tent was still for summers, the school was far 6 km from home and the boy had to walk it two ways every day. And after coming back from school he went to nature with sheep and goats.
There were no big dreams for this boy, he lived day by day and never planed for tomorrow because there was no tomorrow in the skyline. The first time he went to the city he was 12 years.
In this age dramatic things happened among the big family (father and his brothers) they had conflicts on heritage land, the boy moved with his small family to another place where they built a new concrete house in a new village of Hamama (it means dove), it was too big to dream in the future and it was closer to school. After three years there was an electricity and land phone which represented a new experience. The studying was on wick for the boy and his brothers till that time but they were the first students in their classes.
The next years in Hamama were fast, the boy found himself graduate from secondary school with high score, his average was very good, which gives him the chance to go to university, he did not know much about this new world and he did not know what he will study because he had not dreams in past. His eldest brother who was in university filled his application and encouraged him to study journalism and it was.
The boy was me and the university life has its story…….
It will be continued…..