Please come back.
We are all still waiting.
Don’t stop praying for MH370
Your wife. Her arms folded on the table, her head resting on those fragile, worn hands. Sleeping uncomfortably under the tent in the boiling heat.
You. You were sitting behind her just as uncomfortable as she was. As I was. It’s the heat. You were looking ahead, not at the buildings in front of you, but to the future.
Your skin, it’s weather-beaten, it’s leathery, it’s…old.
I must buy something from you two. The food looked tasteless but I must! Ess muss sein! It must be!
Walking away i prayed and prayed…O Allah fill their life with happiness! With contentment! Wipe away those sad look in their eyes.
I was quite amazed at how wooly this sheep was that I can’t help digging my hands in its fur. Lucky for me the sheep was quite cooperative and didn’t mind having my hands running through its fur, not even a bit. I was even more amazed at its fur colour though, I didn’t know that sheeps could have spots of different colours! Very interesting!
“Be Home Before Dark”
Cycling back from school, he feels the wind in his hair
The cold wind is nipping at his face, and freedom is in the air
With his bike he is unchained, and the entire world he could roam
There’s no reason he couldn’t keep going, and never return home.
The thought romantically feels tempting,
As he passes the homeless people in the park…
But this time he’ll keep his promise,
And be home before dark.
Imagining this made me smile…