My oldest friend is called Rema. We met 13 years ago at school and we went to university in the same year and graduated the same year.
She is a teacher. I saw her everyday but now she's married, she hasn't got children and she lives in London, so don't see Rema always. She speaks to me every week by telephone. When Rema visits Libya I feel very happy because I miss her very much. She visited Libya last month and I visited her in her house and we went shopping. She is like a sister to me.