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FG5C+663, Al Bir, Diyala Governorate, Iraq
kontakter telefon: +964
Større kort og retningerLatitude: 33.4580026, Longitude: 44.5205561
سكانيا اكتروز
::The best school times are determined by teachers The most beautiful times in life are determined by you
علي عباس
::It is more than just a school. I studied there for 5 years, during which I got to know many good brothers, and let us not forget the wonderful and respected teaching staff. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
HR_ 240
::A wonderful place that brings together high-level teachers, but due to the circumstances, it is afflicted by education
Karrar Asum
::I swear to God, it is a very nice school, but if Professor Ammar Abu Mathematics would reduce his writing a little, he would write appropriately. I mean, Professor Ammar is the tall one, not the short one.
علي كريم ،
::How do we write a review about our middle school? Should we rate it like any hotel or motel? Or is it like another house that carried us for four years and then threw us into a wide world after turning us into tough men and turning us into small children coming from middle school with their ironed Chinese shirts, their shiny shoes, their funny hairstyles, and their grimacing, laughing faces? Do we owe the school? For myself, I gained my fears from this place and experienced many disappointments, but it did not affect me much. We return to our real question: How do we evaluate this school? According to its ancient construction? Or according to its management (which is not much different from its ruined rows or its shattered walls infested with earth and rats), or do we purify them according to the spiritual value they possess? Google tells me that I last visited this school four years ago. How did it pass so quickly? The world flies on wings outside school. It was as if she was holding him and slowing him down so that the seconds became slow and the hours became long, like eons. We go out when the good man (whom I did not admire very much) whistles, announcing the end of the classes, and we are running as if we were prisoners. However, when we reached the sixth grade, we did not go out when we had the opportunity, because we know with certainty that we are prisoners, even in our homes, imprisoned by one idea: the grade at the end. ... I'm really sorry, I'm not good at evaluating schools. I know how to evaluate restaurants, stores, mosques, and stores, but schools are places that I'm afraid to talk about badly because they have a reputation. Even though I appear to be scientifically educated, I believe in love.