Life is a miracle

Imagine to hold up a balloon for a whole day with your bare hands , taking it with you wherever you go , sleeping with it , eating with it and working with it. It is tough ha?

Then imagine mothers ,they hold their fetus until they become babies for nine months with all troubles , physical changes and pain. Then a little angel comes to the world and mothers mercifully go through it again with another baby. Going through that painful moment only to give birth , a gift , a soul to the world. Indeed, it is miraculous to see a little head comes out with life scream. Moreover, it is a blessing to feel the bond of its mother around with her warmth. It was growing inside her and then growing beside her with all difficulties on his first teeth , first step , first day of school, first challenge , first graduation and first love. Or when his dad calls Athan on his ears gently and peacefully to give him hints of his spiritual life by whispering GOD's name to his little ears.All in all, as life is a miracle, it is a spinning process , then that little baby , becomes a man ,a husband and a father on one life miracle!



Thanks GOD for life miracle !

From a school bench to dust

As a teacher going to the class with the same burdens everyday , leaving all what belongs to the world at the first step to the school. She went to sign and wait for her class to start when a voice called her informing her about "Amal" , her student , that she passed away before yesterday due to Dengue fever. There were two Amals in the class and she did not know which "Amal" passed away.

She went with great shock wondering whoever Amal passed away , hope has passed away. She passed away , leaving her bench empty for another student to fill as she was another number in the class. Another number in the family that when this number is alive, parents do all they can to save that number, and when it dies , the number is seemingly forgotten and buried under dust.

Amal was not a number , but she was a hope of her house that shines with hope. Moreover, there are many Amals in each house and within each family , that we hope and wish them long life.


We do not blame Dengue as it might have come as salvation of all kinds of suffering that Amal had. We only grief and mourn as she was taken as a young flourishing flower. And strongly give condolences and finally let it go when our Amal is hidden in a small hole wearing white as a bride and taken to real heaven.

I am sorry Amal we could not save you , but sure I am that you are in the best place now. We could not cure you as we were suppose to nor did we take care of you as we are helpless. However, you do not need our help now , as you are in GOD's hands.

Let it be

Standing alone with much confidence , facing the power of the sun in a challenging mood. With solid look and strong desire to say a sentence : it is not , look I am here , neither it is I am unbeaten. Simply , it is my right to express my presence ,even if you think the sun will burn me , winds will blow me up and even if you think that I will end up alone as my thoughts are weird. Let me taste failure and success and light as well as darkness. You do not have to protect me in stores and hide me from exposure. I simply need to be exposed to bitter and sweet so that I can really differentiate and taste. Let me stand by my own as you do not have to cuff my hands and tighten my freedom and I truly promise you that I will never let you down .

Two ragged seats

This time, there are two seats, closer to earth and proud-headed to the sky. They seem to be together, but without any touch. Both are stubborn, wooden minded, tough ,concrete and opposing each other. You find no intimacy between them not even around them. Laying to the wall not to each other and hurt with scratches in dignity. They wish to confess to each other and break boundaries, yet they can not break the ice between them. Although they face each other, they can not look into each others face. Open arms, but not able to hold and hug nor can give a tapping condolence. Wooden, but not able to give warmth and old, but not tolerant. Light and brightness gild the whole surrounding, but not them. They are miserable as two old rapped couple who have nothing to live for and much to envy others about.Hatred eats their hearts and minds and does not leave little love to justify why they are still with each other.

Orange Bench

An Orange wooden bench standing between the green branches and the wooden fence,
Telling stories of love, life and abandon

A story of a gray-hair couple who sits close to each other on that Orange wooden bench,Their hands are held together as if they are newlyweds
Their hands are held together because one of them lost sight but not love
He goes, walks with his hand in hers, he wears no black lenses glasses nor he has a stick,He has his hand held with hers for years, forever and even while they are sitting on the Orange wooden bench

Or a story of another couple with fresh sparkling rings in their fingers,
Her head lies on his shoulder while they are sitting on the Orange wooden bench,
Wondering about when the sun will go down then rise again,
When tomorrow becomes today,How many tomorrows they will share
And how many yesterdays they will pass by

Or a story of a person put his name on the Orange wooden bench years ago and comes back to find it, Yet it is covered with layers of Orange fur,
His name was forgotten, but the Orange wooden bench never erased his name.

Common Sharing

A sofa, fainting light, bright curtains and three cups of coffee. The place pictures a mocha scent with its warm feeling personifying that far away place, beyond dozens of thousands of miles and boarders. Although people are different, they are alike. Some choose to be alone in corners, with windows aside, hoping that through them, someone would shine. Some others choose little light under shady trees while the weather needs no shade. And some travel through time and wires with sifts of coffee along the way.
Still that sofa captures my mind with its emptiness. It fits two, a couple. Their minds are different but attached. Or it fits a broken hearted person in need of two arms to hold. However, the sofa has two arms, they do not hold as human do. It can only tap on his back with warmth.
Both, the sofa and him give condolences and accompany each other to occupy that someday someone would fill in the space inside them.

A Kite

A linoleum kite was held by a kid, flying like any other kite. The only difference was because it was not made of paper or plastic. Its pillars were made of uneven sticks. Its thread was short as the kid does not want to let it go. Simple kite carries meanings in the right side of the road, between trucks and mini cars.

Innocence of kids creates innovations with tiny fingers and great minds. The kite flew on the same level as the kid's head and half of it was torn as winds were stronger than what the linoleum can bear. Still the kid holds the kite as he holds hope that it will fly as he runs. As he runs faster, winds penetrate the kite's body and make it look as if bullets got through it. Then, it surrounds as flying pieces. The kid slows down and looks at it with tearful eyes. He buries the remaining wrecks of the kite next to him in his home under the cartoon roof.

The kid wakes up in a new day and thinks to make a new hope, kite, but this time will be made of his roof. It will be made of cartoon to resist winds. And tomorrow he makes it from tree leaves and after tomorrow he is going to try with plastic bags and the day after who knows. He will only try to make his own hope that lasts for a day.