I'm grateful for everything Allah has given to me.

My self.
My life.

My job.
My family.

My laugh.
My tears.

My health.
My wealth.

Even if the ocean is the ink
and the earth and the sky are the papers
it will never be enough for me to write on
all His blesses on me.

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for sundayscribblings

and photo story Friday


Hosted by Cecily and MamaGeek

miracle is...

when the nurse handed me my babies
tiny creatures that makes me stop breathing for a second or two

miracle is
when I see my babies roll

miracle is
when I hear my babies giggle

miracle is
when I feel my babies touch

miracle is
when I see them crawl, then stand up, then walk, then run, then ride a bike...

miracle is
when I hear them laugh, then humble, then say words, then speak, then sing...

miracle is
when I feel them rub, then hold, then kiss, then hug, then squeeze...

miracles happen everyday in my life, seeing my babies growing.


*for sunday scribblings*

friends

(I promise Diana from forgetful one to write about this, dedicated to all my bloggie friends)

are those who are there
through good times and bad times

to laugh with you
not to laugh at you

to cry with you
not to make you do

I thought friends were
just people around me
those who I can hear
those who I can see

but come here and take a look
who are they who come to visit me almost everyday
in my imaginary home?

I can't touch them
I never heard them
but still they are real
ones I hope I'll have a chance to meet
someday
someway

do you know my dear?

you woke me up
from my apparent death
when everything has no more taste
and lost the sweetness
no...
neither you brought it to me
nor you showed me where it is
you are nothing but a flame
who has brighten up my sight
and accompany my steps
groping in the dark
it's over
please go
thank you
for I have tasted the sweetness
after this I know
there is bitter I have to swallow
but I don't want to let it show
goodbye.

*and I have much more poems*

empty

...
...
...
(sigh!)
...
...
...

beautiful pain

if only I could turn back time
I'd go to when you first said your name and I said mine
and I'd choose not to talk to you
or even look at you
'coz what following it after
are things which make me suffer
...
beautiful pain.

parallel

Live in reality
stand your ground
take your destiny
realize where you belong

I can’t live a parallel life
coz it has a tunnel between
for me to pass through
from one to the other
and it connected both in anyway