People were not paying much attention to the hand and it seemed as if it had been there for a few days because its color had changed to gray. My father told me not to look, but I had already seen it. I asked my father why it had been cut off.
It was a timeless autumn, the day the sky darkened. People worried it was not a good sign. The sound of the wind was so loud, the sun disappeared. Soon, the people learned a monster had come to occupy the land.
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.