Everything starts with a question

    

    I've always been surprised by how kids learn, and how their brains work like sponges absorbing every single information given to them, remembering every situation they went through. And how their curiosity pushes them to explore the world surrounding them. Without having any prejudgments that impede their learning process, Nothing is too difficult for them. Moderne technologies are not a challenge for them, How they figure out how a phone works or how to start a PS4, adults need Manuals to do that. What I'm saying is based on how my dad acts around those technologies, and how my little sister does around them. As those children start to grow up, they get to a stage where they start asking more frequent questions. Those questions might be tempting for the parents, while actually, they serve as golden opportunities for the grown-ups to teach their kids more about life. 

    I was born on the 01/10/1999, in a city, not that big called Meknes,  in the middle of a third world Muslim country called Morocco. While growing up I was never allowed to ask so many questions, especially when there are other people around ( by other people I mean, not my family members ). And if I did build a small amount of courage to ask, I'll get yelled on or end up locked in my room as a punishment. So I grew up having so many questions circulating my head. And never actually had the chance to answer all of them as a kid. And for the past 20 years, I've been going through so many kinds of stuff, meeting different types of people, and every time I tried to ask my parents or tell them about something I went through, all they did is pushing me away, saying that I'm not old enough to know about that or it's not the time to ask about that yet, it was kind of hard to deal with at first, but with time I stopped asking questions, not only to my family members but to every single person I knew. Doesn't matter if that person was my teacher, my boss at work or my friends, Even though I knew that those people would happily answer my question, it's that I couldn't ask. And now as a teen, I got through so many troubles, got so many regrets, lots of heartbreaks while trying to answer some of those questions. And couldn't even answer 1% of them. Finally, Do I regret all that? Of course not. But do my parents regrets what I turned out to be now? of course, they are. And all of that is cuz they refused to answer small questions I once had while I was 4 years old. Simple questions that tuned out to be the base of every single bad habit I have today.

    All I wanna say at the end is, every question matters no matter how stupid it might sound, as long as that person took the courage to ask it, that means that it has a meaning to him. So if you could answer it would be great, If no there is no need to make fun of him. Don't make other people go through what you went through. And as they say "There are no stupid questions, only stupid answers".