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I Love The True Rainbow


I love rainbow
I had story about it
As I was kid
I always see it
to enjoy its beauty
I asked to myself
where was its ladder?
I wish I could sit
on the rainbow
and tell to all people
My rainbow is amazing!!!

Yesterday,
And the day before Yesterday,
I saw rainbows
In many places
On the Reader
In the Blogs
In everywhere
Well, those amazed me
I remembered
my rainbow
I searched it
amongst them
Sadly,
I didn’t find mine
No! No!
I can’t love other
rainbows
the rainbow in
other shapes
the rainbow
as symbols
sorry,
I only want
my rainbow
the true rainbow
that I always see it
to enjoy its beauty
as I did in my childhood.

الحق من الله، والخطاء مني

We Had a Beautiful Childhood! :)


I don’t understand

Why so many adults

asked the children

to become adults.

I’m worried

they’ll be precocious

While in the same time

I often see the adults

are  childish.

Who are wrong, here?

Child is a child

Adult is an adult

Their lives are different

There will be a time

For children

To grow -up

So,

Let them to enjoy

Their childhood nicely

I trust them completely

They’ll say,

in the future

“We had a beautiful childhood!”

Hand Prints On the Wall


Hand Prints On the Wall
(Author Unknown)

handprints
One day as I was picking
the toys up off the floor,
I noticed a small hand print
on the wall beside the door.
I knew that it was something
that I’d seen most every day,
but this time when I saw it there
I wanted it to stay.
Then tears welled up inside my eyes,
I knew it wouldn’t last
for every mother knows
her children grow up way too fast.
Just then I put my chores aside
and held my children tight.
I sang to them sweet lullabies
and rocked into the night.
Sometimes we take for granted,
all those things that seem so small.
Like one of God’s great treasures…
A small hand print on the wall.

I found the poem above from a book of Stories by Unknown Author. My eyes captured a beautiful title of the poems, “Hand Prints On the Wall,” then I decided to share it. As a mother I have the same feeling with that author. I saw my son grows up way too fast.

My (baby) is 6 years old now, and he will start his studies this year. Alhamdulillah! I’m glad with this fact that he will learn more of life. I imagined about his future life, 6 years in Elementary School, 3 years in Junior High School, 3 years in Senior High School then he will continue his studies to University or college. Oh, masha’Allah he will be a young man. It very…very fast. If Allah gives us more chances to live in this world, I’ll see my son in another person. He will start a new life as a husband and father. Allahu Rabb! I’ll miss his childhood. I dreamed about his future.

And now I see him still a boy, an active boy. I am a witness of his activities. When he was 2, he liked to write everything in every material, floor, wall, cupboard, boxes, doors, and in my clothes. LOL! I gave him some books, whiteboard, pens and felt-tip marker. He writes and draws most every day. And as he was 3, he loved to play mud, and lied on it. I let him to play mud, because I knew he learned something from mud, and ground. I took his pictures when he played with it, I’ll show him, tell him about his childhood in 12 years later. Insha’Allah! I want to know his reaction about himself. It’d be a great event next!

Kaka was playing mud, and he enjoyed it a lot. LOL!
Kaka was playing mud, and he enjoyed it a lot. LOL!
Kaka was being examined in reading IQRA' by Ustadz.
Kaka was being examined in reading IQRA’ by Ustadz.

In my opinion, every mother will miss the childhood of her children. So, let’s play with them and be a witness of their wonderful childhood.

Writing 101, Day Eleven: Size Matters (In Sentences, that is)


Today’s prompt: Where did you live when you were 12 years old?

Which town, city, and country? Was it a house or an apartment? A boarding school or foster home?  An airstream or an RV? Who lived there with you?

Today’s twist: pay attention to your sentence lengths and use short, medium, and long sentences as you compose your response about the home you lived in when you were twelve.


 

So, I have to transform and to imagine my childhood. Wow, it’d be interesting!

Writing with long sentences will be easy if I write it in my own language, and it’s a challenge for me when I use English for it.  I still can’t feel the beautiful of English, I can’t find its rhythm. Let me try it!

I’m a little Eva, now! LOL

Twenty four years ago, I was a cute and active girl. 😀 I lived with my parents and my younger brother at small village, Salakopi – Sukabumi in West Java. My Mother was still young, she was 30, and my father was 39. My younger sister wasn’t born yet. She was born in 1994.

Living at village in that time was quite simple. There weren’t hand phone, computer, internet and modern technology. Our lives were simple enough. My great grand parents had ever told us that someday, 10 years or might 15 years later, life will be changed fast. We will manage and control everything only by our fingers.

(Their great prediction becomes true! Unfortunately, they can’t see our lives today! They had passed away!)

My parents bought a house when I was a baby, I didn’t remember about it. But I did remember my childhood from age 3. Our house was so small, but I lived and spent my childhood there happily. I could imagine our house and its parts. I loved this place. A place where we could give and got loves.

My parents always say and advice us, “Our house is very small, but we can share loves and happiness within, we can enlighten our house by reading Qur’an. It’s the important thing in our lives, when we return to Allah, we only need land for our graves, right?”

We lived around our big family. So my neighbors were my family. Since I was 19, my parents sold our first house for some reasons. It’s part B of this story.

As a child, my main hobby was playing, playing and playing. I didn’t think about my school seriously. I was a student the last grade of Public Elementary School. I needed 10 minutes  to come to my school. I went to school then back to home. After schooling, I spent my times for playing. Playing hide and seek, it was my favorite activity. I had ever gone fishing with my friends to the river. We used bamboo for it. It was very fun, because I did catch a fish. So many memories I had made in this age. I rare stay at home, because I was an active girl.  Playing with my family and other friends was fun!

I loved my childhood! I can’t believe it, I’m adult now!  🙂

 

 

 

WE ARE CHILDREN


السلام  عليكم  ورحمة  الله  وبركاته

بارك  الله  فيكم

We are children (Kaka n Ade)
We are children (Kaka n Ade)

WE ARE CHILDREN

Playing is our hobby

 

WE ARE CHILDREN

We don’t know about

Discipline

 

WE ARE CHILDREN

We don’t understand about

Time management

 

WE ARE CHILDREN

We love to talk more

 

WE ARE CHILDREN

We like to make noisy

 

WE ARE CHILDREN

We can’t do something

Perfectly

 

 

WE ARE CHILDREN

We need times to understand

Our parent’s orders

 

WE ARE CHILDREN

We want to enjoy

Our childhood

Nicely

 

WE ARE CHILDREN

And we are so proud

To be children

 

WE ARE CHILDREN

We would love to say

WE ARE CHILDREN

WE ARE NOT ADULT!