My father worked for my grandpa as one of the managers at his travel and tourism company, Iraq before the war was a great destination for people to vacate as it's called the cradle of civilization because that's where the first civilizations lived. Anyways …show more content…
Well before he did what he do and leave. I myself never believed in Islam, I have nothing against Islam. It's a peaceful religion unlike how media portrays it. Well, my dad and my mom just loved shoving their religion down my throat and always making me pray. I hated it. Well, my dad was abusive about it. I remember my grandma bought me a Santa toy and he took it from me as soon as we got home and threw it on the ground and it broke and he said "we don't believe in that "and slapped me just because he can and I cried. I mean the guy was insane, he beat me every day and yelled at me and constantly and called me fat and everything basically. Hence, why I still struggle with my self-image by it being disturbed by my