A period of my life in syria

I used to live in the capital of Syria (Damascus) with my family. We were not bombarded in our area because we were in the capital, as the capital was the least damaged among the governorates from the war that ignited the country. For anything to happen in our area one day I asked my mother to travel to another Arab country where my best friend lives My mother was very afraid of me, but I managed to convince her and my father that this would be better for my future, and I would be able to help them if I worked there, after I got my parents’ approval and my girlfriend sent me the visa so that I could travel through her I began to prepare myself for travel while I was in great eagerness, as it was the first time I travel alone and considered an adventure for me. I saw them laughing, I traveled to my friend and when I arrived to her I was dazzled by the beauty of the area in which she lives, and the first days I spent with her were very beautiful as we used to go out for walks daily I have been traveling for 5 days, my mother used to call me daily, but she stopped calling me two days ago. I called her several times, but she did not answer, as I called my father, but he did not answer me either. I was very worried and thought about how I could communicate with them. Her crying, she did not answer me for a while, then she told me about the bombing of our house in Syria, and that my parents and brothers had died, I could not believe in that moment, it was an unforgettable moment, it was one of the worst moments in my life. I asked her to stop joking and tell me the truth, I did not want to believe, But she repeated what she said that they died and were buried. I was imagining that I was dreaming and seeing a disturbing nightmare and I wanted to wake up at that moment, but that actually happened and nothing unfortunately changes the reality of reality. I fell into a bout of hysterical depression. This happened and I have to accept it, but I stayed like this for 3 months, I don't know what to do in that period I can’t go back to my country now, and I can’t stay longer in my friend’s house. It is enough that I sat with her all that time. I asked her to look for a small apartment with me whose costs would be small so that I could save some money and then think about whether I would return to Syria or if I would keep working here. She did not agree to that and resolved that I should stay with her, but I refused and told her that I would go to her from time to time. He told us about his apartment and we found its price is excellent compared to what we had found during our search days ago, after several days of receiving the apartment I decided to look for a job so that I can live through it, as I only have a little money left, I don't know what I will do after it ends, I searched in Social networks and some websites that offer job opportunities, but everyone rejected me because I was Syrian. I did not know the reason. When I submitted my Syrian papers, I was always rejected. I had no money left now. I asked the owner of the apartment to give me some days to manage myself and get the money. He agreed to What I asked of him, after fifteen days had passed, I found him knocking on the door, when I opened for him, he asked me to rent the apartment, I told him that I was looking for a job and soon I would give him his full right. He stared at me in a way that frightened me a lot. what should I do? , I don't have any chance in that town and I can't travel now and go back to Syria, I don't have the right to the ticket at least Two days later the owner of the apartment came to me again, but this time he asked me something that really surprised me and made me cry at the same moment, he asked me to sleep in his bed or sleep on the street, I kicked him out at the same moment and I was sure that I was alone after my family left this world, no I have nothing and no one but my girlfriend who I do not want to burden her with, but at that moment I rushed to her and started crying hard, I hugged her and complained to her about what happened to me. I have another option, I went to the owner of the apartment and with my girlfriend I gave him the key and took my clothes and we went, with the passage of time I found a language company and they accepted my education degree and I got a decent job and a good salary, my life changed since that period, after 5 years the manager of the company asked me to marry him. I was very happy because he is a respected person and has a position and advanced thinking I now live with him and I have 3 daughters who compensated me for my family I made a family of my own. I always thank God for their presence in my life, and I thank my parents who taught me not to sell myself to anyone, and to protect myself always and in any circumstance.