Moments of Wonder and Ponder

  Crickets. Crickets silent, crickets chirp on. Crickets chirpy sound on. So familiar, because I've heard it since I was born. O, now it's mute, What can I say about them? They are or ugly nor cute. Nor pretty as a sparkly gem. They are simply familiar, but not as a grasshopper. I remember not knowing what they were. So I screamed hitting it with a mopper. Thinking back,  I'm not sure whether I've known crickets since I was born.                                           Because then I wouldn't have hit it- oh smack.                                 But, yes but. I do remember the familiarity as it walked past my lorn.                                                   ...

Poem 1. Red By Khadijah Dilshad Red is the lipstick that girls wear.  Cherry is my adorable teddy bear.  Rose are those cheeks that are squeezed.  Ruby are those lips when mom is pleased.  Blush is her face when she isn't pardoned.  Crimson is the lovely roses in my garden.  Tart is when the skin got atopy.  Scarlett is the lovely poppies.  Maroon is that handsome shirt. Rufous is the color of the tiny hummingbird. Poem 2. Grey By Khadijah Dilshad Grey is the little cheeky kitten.  Grey is the winter woolen mittens.  Grey is the dull college school bag.  Grey is the old throw away rag.  Grey is the rain that falls down.  Grey is the face of one who loses his crown.  Grey is the mind of the one with depression.  Grey is one that has a phenomenal obsession.                        

السلام عليكم 14/10/21  42 years! To my mum Thank you for being the best mum, for being the best ever chum. Thank you for showing so much care, and doing all what you can bare. Thank you for teaching us so much, without any grudge. Thank you for being so kind, for teaching us how to have a creative mind. Thank you for all the love that you show, for being with us when we've felt low. Thank you for making the most delicious meals, with an emotion of extreme zeal! Thank you for giving us all what we wanted, and never gone away and departed. Thank you for getting angry at times, for preventing us from any crimes. Thank you for letting us study so much, for letting us experience such. Thank you for being with us all the time, for always making us feel secure and fine. Thank you for letting us experience the joy of childhood, and giving us everything what you could. Thank you for sharing everything you had with us, with total love and no fuss. Thank you...

 !سلام سلام Assalamualaikum everyone! It's Khadijah here. So far we haven't crafted in 9 months, due to relocating - but now we are returning to normal and so today I'll be showing some crafts we made very recently. Let's see...                                                                      # 1 . We made two adorable sock plushies. The ribbons were from our broken clips, we saved them knowing that they'll come in handy! #2. Well, this one is a two-page scrapbook. It contains beautiful dried leaves from my favourite plants  and some interesting stamps from my father's stamp collection. The dried flowers above are from my holy basil plant. This leaf is from my rubber plant. #3.                                    ...