My bestfriend
English 1301 ' If you want a good friend, then you must be one yourself.' That phrase always sticks in my mind when I remember my best friend Omar. Omar and I have been friends for over twenty years. We have done everything together since the day Omar moved to Jerusalem with his family. Omar was only eight back then and full of stories. I especially liked the one about how women mysteriously grew babies in their stomach six month after they get married. Two years after that, we became best friends when Omar showed me one of his father's adult magazines. We thought that women were really weird back then. We still share that secret to this day. Our friendship became much stronger during the Palestinian intifada, or uprising, of the late eighties and early nineties. I will never forget that day in January, of 89. The day when Israeli soldiers shot me as I waited for my sister to finish school in East Jerusalem. A single shot that entered the right side of my head. I remember feeling a sting as the bullet penetrated the skin, seconds before my head exploded in uncontrollable, excruciating pain. My life was never going to be the same after
It is to be happy when your friend is happy and to be sad when he is sad. I can honestly say that if it were not for Omar I would've given up on walking. Friendship is not a process were the members contribute equally. I can honestly say that I heard what Omar said and it gave me the strength to fight death and beat it. Omar used to take me to a secluded area and walk me for hours every day. And not only did I doubt him, I doubted my ability to overcome difficulties and above all, I doubted myself. Soon after that I became a citizen and made the U. I could not imagine life without the ability to walk, play, or talk. I can't wait to see my best friend, to play and jog with him, and to have a lot of fun, as we always do. My love for my family is unconditional, as is their love for me. Which meant that I would be paralyzed in the left side of the body. We would take two and three-hour walks everyday and soon I was using only one crutch. I saw tears of joy and love in his eyes as he drew closer and kissed my bandaged head.
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