My life story, Part 35

Being rejected for a scholarship to study in London and coupled with the fact that I had to go to an impoverished  part of my country thereafter to do my mandatory work for the ministry of health and services just for the sake of having a free education had made me very depressed.

Being away from my family and living with my aunt once again was something that I didn’t dare to think about even for a minute.

> Living away from my family and having to live with my aunt once again was something that I would not cherish, not even for a minute.
Sadness had filled my heart and there was no room in my heart to love. > My heart was filled by sadness; there was nothing there for me to love.

I could not have any feelings for Dr. Maasumi who had supported me kindly facing all kinds of problems all this time.

> And yet I could not find in myself having any feeling for Dr. Maasumi, a person who had been so kind to me , someone who had been helping me out with all the problem that I was facing then.

Therefore, when I found out that he was inquiring about me in the hospital from one of my coworkers whose husband was a close friend of his it got me just very mad.

> So when I found out that he was inquiring after me with a colleague of mine, whose husband was a close friend of his, at the hospital, I got pretty mad about it.

After that, I just tried keeping away from him.> Later, I would just want to keep myself away from him.

No to sound selfish, I was always in the center of attention of my male colleagues and my female colleagues hated me for that.

> Not that I want to seem like an insensitive and inconsiderate person, but I had always been the centre of attention for those males  colleagues of mine -- and my female colleagues hated me for that!

I felt more and more lonely and more depressed every day. > I felt  increasingly lonely and depressed with each passing day.

 
A few weeks passed like that and I talked to no one on work, headed straight to my room, did my job and headed right out. Until someday a propaganda center was established next to my room, which its noise interfered with my job -I was an audiologist if you recall- and I decided to face them about it.

> A few weeks could easily pass with me talking to no one; I would just head straight to my room and do my work, after which I would head straight out. This was what I had been doing everyday, except on one day when a  broadcasting office was established next to my room and the noise they were making was too much for me to tolerate, so much so I had to confront them over this issue. I was an audiologist after all , a job that can only be done in a quiet environment.

My life story, Part 35

You have a good command of English but try harder to be native-like.

Good luck.