Looking at the heart wrenching image,
Moved my whole being to tears,
Laying lifeless, bloodied,
Entry wood to her temple;

The husband craddling her head,
Tearfully looking down,
At the love of his life,
Never again to cheer his home;

She left the home that morning,
To oversee elections,
To serve her fatherland,
To contribute her own quota;

But all she got,
Was a bullet to her head,
The robbing of her life,
Abrupt end to an unfolding story;

Two children have lost their mother,
Parents have lost their daughter,
Sibblings have lost their kin,
And a husband his confidant;

Would she like many others,
Be a little statistic,
Some unfortunate incident,
Lost to unending callousness?

When does the best come out:
A scream? A shout?
When in judgement of our friends,
Animals and sibblings;
Or teachers and politicians,
Seldom in Amen.
So often in the end.
So now, before me,
Me, with your first steps,
The same who dressed you,
Then drove you when the sun rose,
'Til the lid closed,
On many we loved best.
We have years to go,
'Til what rest
Comes out,
After so much consternation.

WHY THIS ?

Can someone please tell me, why is there so much strife ?

Why so very complicated and strange is this life ?

Estranged are relationships with bosses, friends, foes, sibblings or a wife.

Perhaps by using language that is rough, as sharp as a sword or knife.

Perhaps people are self-centred, angry or arrogant.

Some  egoistic very are, pride makes them arrogant.

Complications increase as misunderstandings take shape giant.

Filled with vices these; how can life ever become fragrant ?

Help me to solve this puzzle please.

Armin Dutia Motashaw

There is not a minute that go by
That I can’t stop to think about
My father
Who had created me in his image
And my father tells me that
I am a beautiful men in his eyes
Also he tells me that I am
Handsome
With the gray here
And  also curly
I don’t think I am handsome at all
I must desagre with father
I hate browm
And gray curly hair
I love blond and green eyes
But unforchantly I don’t have that
Also I am one of my father’s children
Not the youngest children
I am the oldest childreN
I also have a mental illness
Siblings that is hard to live with
And you sibblings have god health
Knock on wood that you will have
Good health when you will be my age
SO please look after you health now
Sibblings I am not a spring chicken anymore
And sibblings I am older now
Also  I will die before you
I know that will be sad to see me go
But that day will be the day for me to die
Don’t you forget siblings that I will be
Living a new life in heaven better
Then
On earth

So fortunately
I am to have a father
That loves me without limits
Also he is the one
That had made me
In his image
Many years ago
And had placed me
Here on earth
Also to live
With my sibblings
That my father made
With his holy hands
We are our father’s children
All the youngest children
Are now teenager
And I am the oldest child of
My father
I am no longer a teenager
I am now an adult
Also our father was the one
That thought us to pray

There is not a minute that go by
That I can’t stop to think about
My father
Who had created me in his image
And my father tells me that
I am a beautiful men in his eyes
Also he tells me that I am
Handsome
With the gray here
And  also curly
I don’t think I am handsome at all
I must desagre with father
I hate browm
And gray curly hair
I love blond and green eyes
But unforchantly I don’t have that
Also I am one of my father’s children
Not the youngest children
I am the oldest childreN
I also have a mental illness
Siblings that is hard to live with
And you sibblings have god health
Knock on wood that you will have
Good health when you will be my age
So please look after you health now
Siblings I am not a spring chicken anymore
And siblings I am older now
Also  I will die before you
I know that will be sad to see me go
But that day will be the day for me to die
Don’t you forget siblings that I will be
Living a new life in heaven better
Than
On earth

MERRY CHRISTMAS

It was a cold windy day and Fariz was walking home in quick footsteps. He was already late and his darling Mom would be anxiously awaiting his arrival.
It was really cold and Fariz had put his hands in his pocket to save them from getting cold. As he walked, he remembered how his Mom gave him Xmas gifts (from Santa of course,) every year. It was a wonderful feeling. Just as he was thinking he heard the squeaking of a puppy. "O the poor little thing must be cold I guess".
He looked around; if a shop was still open, he could perhaps get some milk, but everything was closed. It was Xmas eve. The puppy was still crying. His feet automatically drew towards that little helpless creature. His heart cried at what he saw.
The little pup was trying to awaken his mother, who was stiff dead. His heart broke and tears rolled down his eyes. On an impulse, he picked that little pup and cuddled it. He put it close to his heart, under his jacket. Fariz was about to leave, when he heard another cry. Lo behold !  Oh my God , there is another one too. He picked it up too and warmed both of them as he briskly walked towards home.
He was now close to his house, just a few blocks away. As he was crossing one home, he heard two little voices, talking to Santa. One of them said, " oh Santa, I can't put a stocking up for my wish; for I wish to have a puppy". His sister said, "I can and I will put up mine because I want a cute teddy."
Listening to them, Fariz immediately put one puppy down at their entrance, rang the bell and ran away saying, " ** ** **." When the little sibblings opened the door, their joy was indescribable. They screamed and danced around the little creature with joy. Their mother came out to see what was happening and was extremely surprised to see a cute live puppy. She picked it up and brought it in. The children were over joyed to have a real puppy.
Fariz watched all this and quietly went home.
His Mom was eagerly waiting for him. He walked in, took the little puppy out of his jacket and said, " Mom, This is Santa's gift for you". I remember you giving me one for years, now it's my turn.
They both quickly gave the cute little pup some warm milk and got busy, making him a bed. Fariz asked, "Mom what will we name him?" Mom said, "Rex, because my Mom had a dog, called Rex, whom she dearly loved".
Oh wow, it's gonna be a great Xmas ! as they cuddled little Rex, and said, "shhhh... Wait till Dad gets up to see him".

Armin Dutia Motashaw

There is not a minute that go by
That I can’t stop to think about
My father
Who had created me in his image
And my father tells me that
I am a beautiful men in his eyes
Also he tells me that I am
Handsome
With the gray here
And  also curly
I don’t think I am handsome at all
I must desagre with father
I hate browm
And gray curly hair
I love blond and green eyes
But unforchantly I don’t have that
Also I am one of my father’s children
Not the youngest children
I am the oldest childreN
I also have a mental illness
Siblings that is hard to live with
And you sibblings have god health
Knock on wood that you will have
Good health when you will be my age
SO please look after you health now
Siblings I am not a spring chicken anymore
And siblings I am older now
Also  I will die before you
I know that will be sad to see me go
But that day will be the day for me to die
Don’t you forget siblings that I will be
Living a new life in heaven better
Than
On earth

MERRY CHRISTMAS

It was a cold windy day and Fariz was walking home in quick footsteps. He was already late and his darling Mom would be anxiously awaiting his arrival.
It was really cold and Fariz had put his hands in his pocket to save them from getting cold. As he walked, he remembered how his Mom gave him Xmas gifts (from Santa of course,) every year. It was a wonderful feeling. Just as he was thinking he heard the squeaking of a puppy. "O the poor little thing must be cold I guess".
He looked around; if a shop was still open, he could perhaps get some milk, but everything was closed. It was Xmas eve. The puppy was still crying. His feet automatically drew towards that little helpless creature. His heart cried at what he saw.
The little pup was trying to awaken his mother, who was stiff dead. His heart broke and tears rolled down his eyes. On an impulse, he picked that little pup and cuddled it. He put it close to his heart, under his jacket. Fariz was about to leave, when he heard another cry. Lo behold !  Oh my God , there is another one too. He picked it up too and warmed both of them as he briskly walked towards home.
He was now close to his house, just a few blocks away. As he was crossing one home, he heard two little voices, talking to Santa. One of them said, " oh Santa, I can't put a stocking up for my wish; for I wish to have a puppy". His sister said, "I can and I will put up mine because I want a cute teddy."
Listening to them, Fariz immediately put one puppy down at their entrance, rang the bell and ran away saying, " ** ** **." When the little sibblings opened the door, their joy was indescribable. They screamed and danced around the little creature with joy. Their mother came out to see what was happening and was extremely surprised to see a cute live puppy. She picked it up and brought it in. The children were over joyed to have a real puppy.
Fariz watched all this and quietly went home.
His Mom was eagerly waiting for him. He walked in, took the little puppy out of his jacket and said, " Mom, This is Santa's gift for you". I remember you giving me one for years, now it's my turn.
They both quickly gave the cute little pup some warm milk and got busy, making him a bed. Fariz asked, "Mom what will we name him?" Mom said, "Rex, because my Mom had a dog, called Rex, whom she dearly loved".
Oh wow, it's gonna be a great Xmas ! as they cuddled little Rex, and said, "shhhh... Wait till Dad gets up to see him".

Armin Dutia Motashaw

I am so in love
With my siblings
That my father had
Made 12 years ago
Today they are also
My fathers youngest children
And they also love me
Also I am so happy to be loved
By my father’s youngest children
I am my father’s oldest child
I have no idea if I will be alive
When my father wakes me up
Tomorrow morning
Because I am no longer young
I am also going to die before my
Sibblings
Here on earth
And I already lived all I want to live
Here on earth
So now I am ready to die
My father
So take me to heaven with you
And I know that my siblings
Will miss seeing me around
Every day

So fortunately
I am to have a father
That loves me without limits
Also he is the one
That had made me
In his image
Many years ago
And had placed me
Here on earth
Also to live
With my sibblings
That my father made
With his holy hands
We are our father’s children
All the youngest children
Are now teenager
And I am the oldest child of
My father
I am no longer a teenager
I am now an adult
Also our father was the one
That thought us to pray

I am so in love
With my siblings
That my father had
Made 12 years ago
Today they are also
My fathers youngest children
And they also love me
Also I am so happy to be loved
By my father’s youngest children
I am my father’s oldest child
I have no idea if I will be alive
When my father wakes me up
Tomorrow morning
Because I am no longer young
I am also going to die before my
Sibblings
Here on earth
And I already lived all I want to live
Here on earth
So now I am ready to die
My father
So take me to heaven with you
And I know that my siblings
Will miss seeing me around
Every day