Monday, September 26, 2011
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
For Papa from his Daughter
I remember
the day when I was still a little baby. I started to walk and I fell down on
the ground, he raised a hand to help me stand up again. My hands were bleeding,
but I didn’t feel the pain.
I
remember the day when my mom was very angry to me and he took me to his lap and
said everything was OK. It was so daunting, but I felt so comfortable.
I
remember the day when I cried on the corner of my bedroom and he tried to
console by inviting me to go to the beach and we ate my favorite food. Then,
all the sadness went away.
I
remember the cold morning when I slept on my bed and he came to hug me. Then I
told him about my bad dream that night. The frightening night and the cold morning
turned into warmth.
I
remember the day when we were traveling on the ship, he asked
me what things I really wanted. And, I told him all the things I wanted. Then, he said,
“Insya Allah, I’ll buy those things for you.” My enthusiasm conquering the
waves.
I
remember all the things I’ve passed through together with him in every joy and
sorrow……
He’s
my only father, the best father I’ve known, I love him the way he is.
“LOVE
YOU PAPA AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”
Sunday, September 4, 2011
My September
It’s the beginning of September
When the sun shine
brighter than usual,
The wind blows hot and stinging,
The leaves and grass are
turning brown
Makes everything look barren
And the rain is still hiding behind the clouds
And the rain is still hiding behind the clouds
People say it’s the month
of happiness
I can see the festivity
surrounds me
Smiles and laughters are
filling the house
But, my heart is moulted
As the leaves falling down
from the trees.
Oh..Nobody knows and sees the tears inside.
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