I Wish that Flowers Don't Wilt.. Ever!*

From: 6oyor-aljanah.com

Your bright smile.. Your kind words..
Your white heart and pure soul..
I miss you, Laila.. 

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 "May Allah protect you. I hope Allah will bring us together while we all are fine"

Sent: 9/25/2011  To: Laila

Five months have already passed, but nothing has changed.
I'm still captured in my memories..

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     About three years of my life, in which you weren't only my friend, but you were a sister to me..  I can't even remember how I lived before these years..
 Laila.. Do you remember how many times you wiped my tears? Don't worry. I don't need anyone to wipe my tears. I cry alone, anyway.
 Laila.. Do you remember our shared dreams? I still believe in them, but they don't make any sense to me. I need Laila, I can't achieve them alone.
Laila.. Who will encourage me to live now?
How will I survive?
Who will smile to me and talk, and realize that I'm a real person?
How in world can I find another "Laila"?

     Sometimes, I wonder if that is real. Did I have a friend like that?
This tale is so perfect that it can't be true.. Is she my imaginary friend or what?

A Dark, Endless Night

Uni Ying Yang - Night Picture

     I look around, but I can't see anything.. I re-open my eyes, but nothing has changed.. It is the same dark night, as if I became blind.

     Mysterious whispers are coming from a far place. As soon as I come closer, I realize that what I am hearing is not talking. It is a miserable, heart-breaking moan. I take another step forward, but I stumble and fall on  my face. I know my feet are bleeding, but I don't care. Suddenly, the moan stops, and the killing silence spreads again, as the death itself.

     I prick my ears up and listen.. I hear a shivering voice asking for help.. A  familiar voice calling me..

"Sis?" I call in the dark, but I don't hear any answer. Was I imagining things?

"Sis, are you there?" I call louder.

Almost hearing her breaths, I hear a soft voice answering.

"Yes, I'm here, but I can't see anything. Can you come closer?"

"I can't see anything, either.. If you continue to speak, I may be able to find you"

"OK, then. Be careful, this place is full of rocks"

Now you say..

A Handicapped Life..

Photograph by: Susan Hodge, From: Ksimages

     In a strange rotten world, in which the inequality smelled up the fresh air, many pale faces were staring like owls..

     In that dead world, a little child came running, trying to balance his steps. His laughs could be heard from far away, while his eyes reflected life ..

     The child stood there, smiling, but some killing words were said, and some loud laughs were heared.. His beautiful picture started to vanish.. The thirsty land was watered by his over-salted tears, and the reverberation of his angry cry deafened the ears..

     That boy couldn't understand what had happened.. He knew that all people have their different needs, but he didn't know that calling him a " special needs person" put him to death. His pure mind couldn't give him a chance to accept that world's first policy - If you are different, you don't belong to us..

     The boy disappeard, as if he has never been, leaving behind a red rose he was holding.. The wind blew, gradually taking the rose's color away.. And then, there was no trace of life!