I did it!

2 Aug

Well, the girl is back again 🙂

I never thought of the day when i will be posting this.. but here I am.. flipping through the old pages.. charging my laptop for the first time in months.. after many failing attempts of signing in to my dear old blog.. It is late at night.. had a giant chunk of ice cream.. sitting on my bed, well “our” bed cuz someone else is sleeping next to me 🙂

Yes I did it.. like the rest of our race: I got married 🙂 I’m finally convinced to share my life with someone who is truly loyal and loving. I like his mind and kind heart (99% of the time) cuz u know we women like to drive men nuts and have to find sth to get upset about it.

 

well, well, well.. I’m happy that I am back.. happy to let it out again.. I am blessed.

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8 Years

24 Jun

I was so, so moved by a kind-hearted friend’s story. I know her so well and I witnessed this story first hand.

So here it is my dearest: A poem about eight damn years.” Read, enjoy, feel free 2 share (as long as u give the blog a proper credit)

BUT plz don’t fall for the same mistake…

 

Eight Years”

I waited under a tree,

One whole year…

I saw people passing by,

Lovers and friends…

I saw trees getting high,

And houses were built…

I never once questioned:

If my waiting meant a thing!

* * *

He said: “I’m coming at Spring,

Wait by the next tree”

He said so many things,

Loving you” was none of these…

I cut miles and miles,

Day and night on my feet,

Forgot what green looks like,

And how good it feels the breeze…

He was the only thing I hear,

The only one I see….

 

* * *

 

I waited eight years

Eight years of tears!!

I promised I ain’t moving

By all damn means…

I chopped my ring finger

So did to my feet..

My eyes kept bleeding…

My heart begged: please!!

I started then to question:

Is that what love is!!

 

* * *

Overnight,

All my wounds are healed,

All my sorrows are gone,

Nothings else to fear,

No place else to run,

I waited you for eight years

I’ll hate you for a thousand ones..

* * *

Done composing at 7:38 a.m 

15, August 2012

 

 

22/ April

22 Apr

Happy Birthday to me..

I’m so grateful to Allah for everything He bestows upon me.. I can’t even get to count them.. But I’m giving it a good shot, here we go:

-I mastered my major:

– I have independent income:

– I adopt a child:

– Free as a bird 😉 No school distraction to think about:

And so so so many things in between..

I made Mama proud..

Thank You Ya Allah…

Zaina

22-April