I was 4 years old and living in a refugee camp in Salem when my mother said:
-Maha, remember you can not go away with your friend, you can only play here on our play garden.
A short time later, I no longer knew where I was.
I did everything I could to stay alive.
The fear of failing to find my way back home triggered strong death anxiety.
In the evening I was found, frozen and alone out in the woods.
No external bodily injuries were visible to my parents.
I was expected to be quiet and not talk about it, hoping to forget about the incident.
But why? Little I thought and did not dare to ask.
I just assumed it was shameful and that I could never be whole again.
So I pretended to forget, became quieter and more skilled at hiding my feelings.
I also did not fit into the school, was branded as a failure. Engaged and married at 18 years.
I closed my eyes and everyone who could guess something wrong did so.
All I did was please others.
But then one day I had enough, with my two daughters 7 and 2 years old, I decided to pack a bag and leave everything behind.
From that day on, I began to notice my successes.
After reading my book, I hope that a will is born to identify your greatest fear so that you can overcome it.