Light in the night (Castelldefels) (Photo credit: jcarlosn)
On the dark shore of the river Indus,the solitary girl
floated the boat of light and looked up in the sky.
She knows her Mother has gone to heaven__
she will row the boat of light and come towards the house.
The world has countless people,innumerable are their route,
so many strange lands and unknown hills__
in the middle, there in the small corner of a house
is it visible there lives a brother and a sister?
Their mother moves around looking for them in the dark,
roams around between the stars,loses her way in the vacant sky?
the daughter left one light__
mother would recognize that one light from far away.
She will visit them in their sleep to give a kiss
to the two orphans lying in bed at night.
English: Hui family celebrating Eid (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Oh the childhood is the best years of my life! I can remember my Mom’s cooking it was unimaginable. It was a special day for us,we were celebrating,”Eid ul Fitr” it was when Ramadhan ended and we wore new clothes and were waiting to eat. My Mom was cooking,Pilaf,Kebabs,Beef curry, Lamb chop and of course the cucumber salad.The scent of her cooking was in the air.It seemed the needles of our miniature,”Big Ben” stopped in its tracks.If it was up to us we would change the time,so we could start eating. We behaved like a bunch of kids from a famine stricken land, back and forth we ran to check the clock which was not moving like we wanted it to.
Finally,it was noon and our servant started setting the table. At that point I’m not sure we cared how he arranged the plates.We were ready to eat,my Mom just had to say the word,we were all there in a flash to eat the delicious cooking of my Mom’s food.Those were the days,we were innocent,lively and enjoyed eating and playing.
I wish the clock would go back and let us once again experience the joy we felt when we were young.
English: Muslims looking for the new moon to mark the Eid al fitr, the end of the month of Ramadhan (Photo credit: Wikipedia)