I collected bullet casings from my yard and used them in my games. I made toys from pieces of cotton and wood and played with them. It never occurred to me children in another part of the world were playing with modern toys and dolls. I was a happy and cheerful girl.
Many years ago when I was a little child, my grandmother told me stories every night. Her stories were usually about angels, jinn (similar to genies), fairies, or monsters. I was curious about all these creatures, but I was interested mostly in angels.
Although these are busy days, I love my life. I love my job, my school, my classmates and my colleagues, and they love me. That is what motivates me to overcome every difficulty.
In my grandmother’s stories, there is goodness and wickedness, but good always triumphs. Good people are always successful. The girl in the mirror is as cheerful as a shining sun and she is able to smile no matter what happens.
The road is cold and snowy,
lights disappeared under the night’s supremacy.
The dead silence deafens my ears…
Let me write about something small,
drops of water over the grasses’ leaves.
Or let me write about something bigger,
Sunrise, a red fiery circle on the heart of blue sky.
In the most crowded part of the city there is a beautiful corner. It is attached to a huge bridge connecting the main street and it has an artificial waterfall with long green leaves hanging to the ground.
My innocent thoughts demand me
To write your name on my hands
On papers, notebooks, books,
On my table.
The next morning, the clouds separated from each other and the blue sky came out. By first light the sun was shining again. I was still sitting by the window looking out, confused and sad. Suddenly the doorbell rang. I did not have the courage to open the door, but I heard the sound of small feet running to the door.