CONFUSED

    A small house that had nothing valuable in it except humans life. About 2 am at midnight mother woke as up . she didn’t utter a word, except exit from the window! We did as she said without a query. When we went out-side everything was shining from the fire blaze. Houses were burning, people were screaming, children crying , mothers weeping. There were gun shots. The rebels enter the village. I didn’t knew what was happening . my sisters decided to go back. I hide my self in the bushes in front of our house. I was frightened so I didn’t move. But I had perfect view of what was going on.
The bad guys were dragging the people. I looked at my left hand and I saw them dragging my family, they hit my father on the back of the gun, almost killed him. And raped my mother. I saw something a child nor an adult shouldn’t see. I closed my eyes maybe it’s a nightmare and I would wake up from it. Then I opened my eyes when . my uncles flash covered my face. He too was killed.
They took what was valuable and what they could carry. After watching all of those terror, my body began to tremble. It start raining. Just for a comfort I slept next to my uncles dead body.


In the morning the village looked like it what the end of the world , there were no creature, no sound , nothing but a dead bodies.


I decided to go to the next village, Hoping it would be more suitable. I walked for hour, and miles when I reached there, it was an identical image to the previews village.
I was thirsty and hungry. I knocked a door and no one answered. There were terrified people sitting outside, holding their dead or wounded family member. There was a mother, early 30th who was holding her baby on her lab and his organ on one hand, just staring, closing, clearing her eyes far-fetched. Things were ugly.
The next morning, hope” was what they all looked forward to. The unpleasant odor approaching towed the dead bodies were unbearable.


they over throw the government, and took the power. There rules and laws was intolerable many flee to neighborhood countries.

                                                                               True story?


                                                                      You decide!

KEEP IT QUIET AND AGREE.

Being the youngest

             Being the youngest child is what I always regretted about.

 Usually, most of people will think that being the youngest child in the family is the best, because they think being the baby of the family, they can get the privileges, and special treatment from your parents and siblings.


  Being the youngest child in a family has definite an advantages and disadvantages. You take order from everyone. You always depend on others, hard time believing that you can ever be/ do anything. you never quite measure up to the other kids, Your thought are regarded as worthless, their message are unwise, their view are ignored. To say it in impolite way they are not respected.


When ever I inform others that I am the youngest child. Their responds are always positive. Based on the myth. They assume your treated as princess or prince. That your sound is “the drums beats” of the family.


There are some advantages. Even though you can’t measure it up to the disadvantages. You live for free. “yeah” you eat, sleep, use their stuff for free. That is if you know their credit card pin#, all you have to do is, go with them, and peak when they type it. There is nothing devilish about that. No one expects anything from you. You don’t need a job. Depend on them. You can’t do anything ahead of them.


When I was young, I always wished to grow up fast. Now that I am grown I still want to grow, theoretically your never too old for them, unless you pause them for some years. And your parents thing you are the same age as you were last year. Clarification your never grown. You’re the only one that knows your age. “MAYBE” if they didn’t chop years down.


I did learn how to overcome it . and expect their anticipation . I learned many things. To protect you and them. “KEEP IT QUIET AND AGREE.

No one keeps promise. They all tell you what you want to hear.

                            loyal to me                                    

What came between you and me.

     Today as I was cleaning up my room I come across with someones phone number. Someone that never called me nor talked to me. I wondered why? She was a good friend as I was to her. But what I discovered is that people around us were not happy with our relationship. Everyone considered as “sisters. We were attached. Though tick and thin.
    One day as we where going to school, transportation was hard to get, elections were taking place, and we got in the wrong bus.We knows it after while. When he start saying “ saris” I suppose, he was going to where we wanted, all the sudden he changed his mind. Since most of the people at the bus station happened to be going to the place where they were placing their vote. Anyhow we had to get off the bus. And we didn’t had money , we did had money, but we didn’t have enough money to go to school, and go home.


We could go to school, and call home. But we made a better decision.


We decided to take the day off. There was a boycott taking place at the election spot. We joined them, cheering, making fun of them. We even made a friends with an old lady, she was really friendly. Until she start cussing this man who was voting for the contrary. Then it started raining. All the sudden everyone disappeared. we almost thought it wasn’t going to stop. Afterward we then approached where the o republicans where having sit-in- And we joined them and “boo” secretly of course, or they would beat the crab out of us .


One day it was over, I went to her house, she said someone told her something “ she said he said stuff”. She also refused to tell me who. And what. That’s why I don’t let people tell me rumors, or else I will drag them to who ever they were talking about. No kidding.. well she stopped talking to me. She wasn’t open to me as she was anymore. Our friendship discontinue, after that day. She was an open person, down to earth. What made her, stay away from me was firm.


And I stopped making friends. Because all they do is come and go. They make promise and break it. You take them for granted and all you know is, it’s over. They enter easily, but they stay in you mind and heart for ever. We even made a promise that, we would married two brothers, and raise our kids in Hawaii. And if our first child turns out to be boy. That we would dump them in the trash. Later all we said to each other was “hi”. We where friends for so long. I identify that the person between us was her little sister, I just Rather her to lose a friend then a sister. Till that days, taking people as friend became tough to me.

I hate LOVE

                                                      


The first day of school, what you expect is, New teachers, New classes, New Students, New supplies. I was the quiet child, who had 1 friend just like him/her. I was picky about the place I sit, I liked to sit next to certain people . As we had a new Teacher, she came up with new rules. “Alphabetical order” sitting chart, miserably everyone took their new sit. As I was expecting I had to sit with strangers, in between a boy and girl. When I thought this can’t get worst. She picked me as “class monitor”. I was the kind of person that doesn’t like to order people. I disliked it , But I had no choice, but to sucked it up. The advantage was that I didn’t had to sit in-between strangers with unpleasant odor approaching among them.

It was finally Friday, I was in high spirit, got use to the students a little better, and I couldn’t wait to go home. Someone who I can’t exactly re-call, brought me a paper. After we came back from lunch. It had my name on top , I opened it, it said.

I love you

        Mubarak.






what kind of reaction do you anticipate from 10 year old.
“Yes” I cried,
subsequently I went home. My sister asked what is wrong, I didn’t told her. I straight went to my dad. and gave him the paper. Well he looked at me and said, there are unmannered kids. Just ignore it. And he left. I was surprised by his reaction, I expected more then that, I expected him to go and beat the crab out of him. I said aren’t you going to do something. He smiled, and said. What did you expect me to do. Those kind of stuff happen. I was so mad. It was echoing in my ears till the next day “ those kind of stuff happen”.


I hated that boy, so bad that I didn’t talk to him after that day.


Looking back, today “yes” it’s funny. I would laugh too, but childhood is a puzzle

The star of my life

   The most vital person in my life is my grandfather . He was sixty eight years old when he died and his height was five eight with white beard small head that is bald, brown eyes, and small nose. He taught me how to read and write Arabic. Every day after school he called me to his room and taught me the alphabet of Arabic. It was difficult since I loved to play outside rather than stay in room reading all day long. He knew one thing that could keep me in the room for long period of time. That is a mango one of my favorite fruit. It was also his favorite fruit. He tutored me for two weeks continuously then I memorized them. I thought I was done. He then said “now let’s do the writing part.”

   The writing part was the most difficult one. He didn’t let me use pencil, pen, or paper. We used the traditional writing tools called “looh” a flat bored that is curved of tree four feet tall and one foot wide. And “qaad” which is made of the black powder that is inside batteries or from charcoals to make an ink. The pen was quill made of stick that is flattened. We carried on the writing part for three weeks. It was one of the best thing I had learn at that time the only thing I had learn, I was only nine years old.

He was an adventures person. Every weekend he used to take me
and my friends to camping. I invited two of my friends. He told us we going to walk to the forest that was ten mile away from the city. He told us that walking to the camp is part of the adventure. Since we kids loved adventure that was the key word he used mostly to make us do something. At early morning when we all gathered our camping stuff and came to him. He told us we aren’t taking anything except blankets and a bottle of water to get us to the forest. He said “nature will provide us with the food.” We eat most the food that we were going to take and left the rest. He gave us each a pocket knife for hunt. We started marching at seven a.m. while we were walking we asked him to tell us a story. He said he isn’t a good story teller so he appointed me to tell a story since I was a good story teller. I told them I will tell a true story they got excited.

“Once upon a time there were two twin brothers who have never seen a city life. They lived in the forest. They have never seen any technology except cars. You can’t tell apart which is which. They looked alike in every characteristic. They were both tall, with black curly hair. They had big eyes and small nose. Their sister lived in a big city her aunts took her when she was 5 years old. After twenty years later she decided to bring them to city. They were astonished when they saw how big, confusing, and crowded the big city is. They never seen large city in their life. The next day their sister took them to a neighbor so they could earn someone by doing house work. The neighbor told them wash his dog, clean the house, and leave. He left to work. They were dazzled for a while on how to wash a dog. One of them grabbed the dog and put him in the laundry machine. After a little while he came and took the dog out dead and he hanged it on string where they hanged the cloth. When the man came home he was shocked with what they did to his dog and his TV. He called the police. When they were asked why they killed the dog they said he told us to wash him and we put him in laundry. The man was stunned by their stupidity and let them off the hook and fired them with out paying them a cent. They went home and told their sister what they have done. They told her that city life is hell and they went back to their home.”

But Remember

    It was almost 12:00 midnight, a hobo  knocked the door's that the light were on, he doubt if the people inside were awake, a women answered the door and after noticing the hobo, without a word she shut her door. The man walked little far away, searching for house with lights on, after passing few doors, he knocked another house, but there was no answer. And walked away to the next door. An old man peaked out from the window and shouted at him , get lost loser! The man whispered I’m not loser. With the lots of rejection that he had acknowledge that night



With little hope he knocked a door, unlike the other once, after one knock a lady answered with delighted face, backing up, she whispered sorry, I was expecting my husband. She continue, what can I do for you? With timid he said, I’m traveler, and I have oversight to my direction, he explained and I haven’t ate all day long . Little girl, pointed plate of food with her little hands, pointing upwards to reach his hands., she suggested, here, you can have dad’s food, since he is late!


They gave him food and glass of milk. He thank them and left.


After years the man came back to the village, more successful and decided to show gratitude. As he was passing the by he saw the old man who, shouted at him “loser get lost”. He sat next to him, and asked, what kind of person would call a loser? The old man answered, someone who can’t help themselves, someone who is no longer wanted, someone who is treat less then human. Someone who can’t take care of themselves. The man said well, what kind of name would you call me? The old man replied, if I could only see. As him self became blind. He felt guilty, showing passionate he ask if there is anything he could do for him? The Old man, cried out loud that I didn’t heard those words for while, but please I doubt this might be the last time I hear it, so, I no longer what to live in a place that I’m not wanted nor, respected.


The man was thunderstruck, after the silence, he continued, When I was a child I always wanted a grandfather, I imagined what it would be like if I had the opportunity to spend time with him. It’s never too late said the old man.

I doubt, isn’t it arrogance when one spends the day and night in the cold and hot, rainy and windy, and I warm my self when it’s cold, and cool my body when it’s hot. They say life is not fair. But “How” is, what I ask , How did they and we know. What if I share what little I have, and give what I want, and take what they don’t, what if Life is fair. And we make it unfair. With the love that we have for wealthy, and arrogance, what if we guide on another, pick each other up, and dust them off, and show them the way, because life is love, but not long..


we call them Stranger, and keep our kids away from them. And SHUT OUR DOOR! We love wealthy so much, We wonder how they will harm our wealth, shift them away from our property.


BUT remember life is day and night, yours will come and go.

A paper in a Box

                               
  Every child that is born get a gift from a family member, it’s a culture regulation. That they receiver the gift when they get older, in my story my Grandfather got me the gift, it should be a gift but it was a piece of paper inside a box
I received the paper when I was 8 or 9, but it didn’t endure anything to me because I was young and most children got a real gift not a note, but I didn’t know that my piece of paper was special then what I expect to get.
I was close to my grandfather and he was the only person that I use to open up to, not even my own parents, I read the note 1000 times but I didn’t get it, it was a full of wisdom words. I ask my Grandfather what it said, and his respond was the wise person questions him self Every word the came out of his mouth was a full of wisdom.


The note was a gift to my grandfather, his grandfather gave him. And he had the same problem. He didn’t comprehend the meaning behind it, till Him self reached the age of 80, he said, I wish I find it out when his grandfather was a life, and he always use to tell me , If I am lucky, I will find it out before he was dead.


It was Monday 5:00 in the Morning I woke up expecting to spend another day with my Grandfather, They said expect the unexpected, I Opened his room and he was sleeping and grandma was beside him. I knew something was wrong, he never stayed in bed that long. He Always said “ too much of sleep is waste of time”. I asked him if he was okay? He smiled and said everything was good, he always told me that truth, I tried to convince myself that everything was ok. But deep down I knew something was wrong. He woke up and we prayed together like always, his voice was weak, his body was trembling. After we were done praying. I saw grandma crying I still tried to convince my self that everything was fine.


I went on with my day, and went to school. I try to have a normal day but all day long my heart was bumping, when I came home I straight went to his room I sat next to him. He was trembling and sweating, Grandma came in and she said, she is taking him to the hospital, for one moment I felt Like my heart stopped beating and I Asked him Grandpa are you dying? He looked at me and said “ Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but the moment we spend time with the loved once. The last word he said to me was that he gave me enough time to find out the meaning behind the writen words in the note, but I wasn’t lucky, I couldn’t hide my emotion I hugged him and start to cry. After while I couldn’t hear his heart beat. The next morning I felt like I was alone in the world, no one to pray with no one to play with. I wished It was just nightmare and opened his room but it was reality. And I didn’t know how I would continue to live with out him.

After my grandfather was dead the piece of paper became part of my life. I am still in process of finding out what It meant. And I hope that I Will be able to one day. And be capable to give it to my grandchildren so that, the mission would continue . And one of the generation will find it out before the other one is dead.

What goes Around comes Around

“I hate you” really? Or do they say it because they didn’t got what they want
Why are most of American kids bad mannered ? impolite toward their parent and their teachers. Do you children listen to you, do you want them to obey you


But you try your best and you don’t receive it, you search out respect from you own children ?

Coming to American as a child I have seen a lot of thing that are extremely out of limit toward children. Like they say an apply doesn’t fall far from a tree”


Most of the times children do what they learn from their parents. The major crisis comes from when parents change their mind “let them off the hook”


Then next time they will deem that you will forgive them again, therefore it keeps going. However if you stick with your words next time they won’t do it.
The 2nd calamity is “go to your room” reality your treating your teen like a dog.
How? When you tell them to go to their room some teen think that is their room“Knock” don’t interrupt “ Hello I pay the pill, my house not your. YES It’s good to respect their privacy,but  they have to know that it’s yours house, , at the same time that privacy has to have a boundary.

Treat them as you wanted to be treated when you were their age. Show them that they are capable of doing things. Don’t wait till they go to college or move out. Why not teach them now. Americans think it’s disgrace to live with your parent when u get old, we Africans we been thought that we should take turns. We the children should take care of our parents when we grow older, and not run away from them when they need us the most, to be around them and take care of them, yet American children by the time their parents reach elderly age. They place them in nursing house. Have you ever thought about why do I have to carry a child for 9 month ,breast feed them, cloth them, teach them bad from good, educated them , then finally teach them how to be “INDEPENDENT” then they are gone. Why would I raise a child for 18 years that will not help me when in need a shoulder to lean on, if you ask me it’s one hot ruined 18 years.


I over heard story once. There was a man and his wife, and their son. She use to take care of her Mother. They gave her a room, separate from their house. To aloof the mother-in-law, they even gave her food with home made plate. As a mother found her child one day, her son making a plat. She asked him, why are you making it? He said well grandma has one. This will be yours when you reach grandma’s age! What goes around comes around.

survival of the fittest

  People do anything to survive. Us “humans” life is everything to us. For survival we do things that are UN-imaginable and unintelligent. But that moment it can be the One and Only method. As many Somali people try to escape the tragic war that is taking place for the past 20 year, flee to another country such as Yemen, which the Gulf Of Aden splits them apart, but it’s also most dangerous. They travel with a feeble boat, the journey takes  weeks. They ran out of water and food, as life shoves them to even drink their own urine. They do it for survival.

Small town in India, women make living being a Surrogate mother, they carry their offspring for 9 month , the new born will be handed over for sale to Strangers. number of cases of surrogacy are believed to have doubled as in the last three years based on newspaper, cash has become more important then their own flesh. You do anything for survival.


You might wonder, how sad all those story are and other awful things that occur. But the most saddest thing is when your survival transforms to unlawful.


Piracy is survival to those who do it. But others view it as an illegal act.


When they poisoned the gulf of Aden, the One and Only place they turn their face to for survival and feed their young. the fish dies, so as their offspring. When they take control of their land and fight for their right, it has been translated into piracy. The VOA had interview one of the head master of the piracy in Somali. When asked why?. His response was, you can’t watch when your food is poisoned, and your family starve to death, you take the closed exit to feed them.



the closed exit is sometimes, close to jail

Mother

I have legs , but I use hers

She doesn’t charge, nor declares to use mine

I have hand but I use hers,she doesn’t refuse to obtain

I have tongue yet I use her,

Nevertheless ,She don’t say use yours

I Cry in the middle of the night she wake and fulfills my call

She don’t say shut up, yet she picks me up with smile, and rocks me to sleep

I get my food from her.S

he don’t Charge me a nickel, nor tells me get it from the supermarket

I sit, sleep, cry on her lap,She doesn’t say get off me Yet she hold me tide and makes me feel better.

She trains me and, I develop how to use them.

I BECOME INDEPENDENT .

Then I thank her by walking away from her when she is talking to me

Yet I thank her by talking back when she is talking to me

Yet I thank her refusing to not get what she want from the Grocery store

Yet I thank her by saying” its my check ” I earn it

Yet I thank her by saying.. I need to sleep when she needs me

Mother's love is something that no one can explain,It is made of deep devotion and of sacrifice and pain,It is endless and unselfish and enduring come what may For nothing can destroy it

Islam Wife

Islam wife



The Couple are two separate individuals and when their love is consummated and when they get married they became one flash. As Allah said “ your wife are like a clothing to you as you are to them. The word “clothing” position as their is nothing between wife and husband, They are clothing to each other in every aspect of life. It also implies adornment and beautification.

AS it deliver a blow to a common question that non-Muslim and ask: Why do does Muslim women cover their body? . To answer that there are load of reason generally however I want to mention one of those.

A scholar was asked what’s the most thing you love about your wife? He said her beauty and they asked what is the second think you like about your wife he said her beauty then they asked the 3rd time he said her beauty they asked the 4th time he said her respect for her religion and family and the 5th time he said her respect for me.

As a Muslim women we cover our self because 1st we been told by god not men. 2nd we respect our self and when other look at us they see that we respect our self and we gain respect.

When you are married and you wear a clothing that are too revealing your actually getting other men attention every action have a consciousness , which leads it to an affair road

When you keep your beauty inside and you revealed to you flash (spouse) truth you will last together surly (insha’allah

Tips to be successful wife/husband

When he/she comes home greet them with a wonderful greeting. Even if You have a bad day and the last think you want to do is talk just give them a kiss, you will surprise to how it can change their feeling for the day.

2nd Imitate them be fully active, play games tells them jokes, chase them around the house. with intention of them not being bored, or even thinking about leaving the house. Build a feeling that they want to be around you 24/7, miss you when they are not around you

3rd show a gratitude, Thank them for even the tiny nice think they do for you, make them feel grateful

4th ignore argument , it’s a fire to you house. Don’t be contentious, seal it with simply I’m am sorry, even if it;s not your fault, if you try to balance your world your building a firewood, watch how sweet the argument will end if you say “listen I’m sorry lets be friends again”. Afterward try to talk to them in sweet way to solve the problem. If you disagreement continues just say “ I will be the older child”. Immediately their feels will change, and you will succeed

5th Listen and obey each other, you get what you give, don’t expect to get it before you give it.

6th pray for each other that Allah make your marriage successful,
Never forget to ask Allah ta'ala for the blessing of having a successful marriage that begins in this Dunya and continues on - by the Mercy of Allah ta'ala - into Jannah.

I got it, I show it

I got it, I show it.
Well, personally I believe women are the most beautiful creature that god created. I have been asked a question While I was in the restroom one day, An African-American girl walk up to me and she said. OMG your beautiful!(really I thought she was lesbo, “YES” I was about to run way) then she said I mean your have beautiful hair. She sustained but, why do you guys (Muslim’s) hide your hair. I said, our religion requires us to hide our hair, she giggled sarcastically and said, “If I got It, I show it” there ain’t NO-WAY I would hide it. I smiled and said, there is a reason behind everything.

One of my friend happened to be listening to your conversation, and she asked what I meant by “there is a reason for everything”.
Before I had the chance to answer her, this other girl leaped the conversation. She asked her if she seen, a pregnant women that is not married in the Islamic countries, or adultery. rate of sexual harassment Why does so many unpleasant thing occur in the western country. They reveal their body and distract and drive others to perform appalling things. I also oppose using these results and limit to it only lack of manners or to miss-use subconsciously as a self-destructive behavior against, respect your self image.
Everything in life that is valuable it's coverd up and hard to get to. Where do you find Diamonds? Deep down the ground coverd and hard to get, Where do you find pearl?  Deep down at the bottom of the ocean, covered up and protected,Why not protect yours.

Save you some Cash and Time

Old –fashion way of washing your clothes before washer and dryer where discovered. Was going to the river , or the closed waterway and wash your clothes , then to dry it hang it on the String and let the Sun take over.

How about if you have those fancy washer and dryer, would you want to do it the old-fashion way. All the washer does is go in cycles , rinse, soak and spine, drain ,around and around and around, more or less.

Do you thing that the washer is no good, and you miss the old way of washing your clothes, and you doubt that if it's possible to do it in urban

Where you can’t find waterway. Well doubt No more because it’s possible, Without anyone criticizing your extreme habits to wash your clothes, you can do it in your home with your own hands.

It also saves you some cash, your electric bill will lower, you will save your self detergent, it take less amount of detergent when washing it in your own hands.
If your utility includes water it also helps. The washer rinses (soaks the clothes in water) two time (2 cycles) what if you clothes doesn’t need 2 time of rinse

How about the time, it take FOR-EVER, do you hate waiting for it.. it’s stopping you from doing things. that you have to come back and check on it. Won’t it be better once and for all. Washing it in your own home takes less time..less electricity, less water, more fresh clothes

Hooyo

Waking up and looking forward to a new day.
Hooyo woke us up and she rushed us to grab scarf
We asked what happed hooyo didn’t answer.
We went out side leaving everything we had
People were screaming and mothers holding their young covered with blood
A grow man crying, a toddler walking by their self while the gun were like a drizzling rain
Old men was about to be killed he had a 2 min to live until he took his T-Shirt off the cloth became more important then a human life.
Finally it was shady and we asked hooyo why were the bad guys killing everyone.
Hooyo looked at us and said because they are bad men.
Everyone was crying, I look at hooyo and she smiled at me.
I wonder why hooyo wasn’t crying. I look at her eyes deep down there were a load of tear but she won’t release it .
We moved to another zone, people were staring at us, the hunger, the sadness, the fear and how miserable we looked was revealed in our faces,
They placed us in a camp. With littler food and not enough space.
Hooyo said we will share what we have.
When I asked how can we share when its not enough.
Hooyo whispered, the heart of muslim is filled with love.

Students mind depends on the teachers action.

Students mind depends on the teachers action.

Students respond to teacher’s reaction. There are three kinds of teachers, those who give A’s, and C’s, and F’s. the motto of the teachers in high school and junior high is, “I didn’t gave you, you earn it.”

The majority of the high school instructors, give speech about the
Topic then hand out paper to practice and lay back, whether they are grading students work, or their own sided work. If you walk into that class were the teacher performs that kind of task, the class room is quiet and the students look busy. technically they are the once that give C’s

instructors who don’t stop talking those who are
Identified as (talking to much) those who you feel like they know plenty of stuff about the subject they are teaching. If you happened to walk in that class room you will be in the mood of worn out and sleepy and consider no one is learning anything except the few that are not laying their head down. Most of the Student lay down, bored but the solitary Eco that enters their ears never leaves. They give (F’s)

But they don’t learn as much as the once the teacher’s who make sure No one sleeps in there class because they don’t sit in their chair and hand out paper work or carry on talking till the end of the class. They make sure students are not bored, and they blind the students intention of doing the work just for grade. They make it obvious. The mood of that class room enjoyable, it feels like the students are learning and enjoying and they are. Success of their grades. They give A’s.

Depending on how proud and tired the teachers is, and feels that’s how much of dimension the students learn.(Excellent)
Theoretically it’s not you earn it, it’s I made you earn it.