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Bye
Is abrupt,
FI AMANILLAH is beautiful,
It means I leave you in the care of Allah,
Who never abandons you.
28/5/2025
A good ending to the story of your life,
Then start doing good.
28/5/2025
Without mobiles  computers, Facebook, X,WhatsApp  were the best,
We had books and each other.
My aunt was a great story teller,
Our house was where all the gatherings took place,
All my aunts, cousins ,my mum and us three sisters,would gather in the living with the storyteller in the middle,
And she would narrate thrillers, classics and Rom.com,,
She had a way with narration that kept us enthralled.
Mombasa, Kenya is a coastal town with many Muslim communities,
At that time many families were orthodox and ladies were not allowed to go to theatres,
So the cinema owners kept Ladies Show once a week,,
And all of us eagerly waited for that day,
Ladies shows were fully packed cause those ladies got to have an outing.
Then there was a Drive-In - Cinema where you went in a car and watched movies,
It was fun,
We had dinner during interval with snacks like samosas bahjias and mix and in between we munched popcorn with roasted peanuts,
Try Coca-Cola  with peanuts dipped in it,
My favourite snack,
We carried all the food with us,
Even in theatres you were allowed to carry your own snacks.
We had friends in school,
But going to hotels,picnics and movies we never needed outside friends,
We swere so many of us cousins of almost same age and though we lived separately we always lived as one big family,
Sometimes girls and boys playing cricket,seven stones,marbles and hide and seek,
The cricket bat was hand made by us from wood,
And the stumps were lines drawn in charcoal on the wall of a house,
Neighbours never complained,
Or girls and girls playing skipping ropes, made up games like doctor doctor and father mother and baby,
Boys played wrestling and police police,
We all played after school in alleys outside our home,
Somebody had found a big drum and a long plank of wood,
We played seesaw on it,
We rarely had homework.
27/5/2025
Pride and ego in your misunderstandings
The distance will grow and be parallel,
Bitterness will fill the gap.
27/5/2025
Your past,
Don't let go of it,
It is part of your story,
You must preserve it for reference.,
For your today and your tomorrows.
27/5/2025
I was five years old,
I played with babies,
I splashed in puddles,
That made them laugh,
I was happy.
When I started working I played cricket and
marbles with ten years old in our compound,
And when they fought,
Their mothers came  to interfere ,
I would quietly slip away.
And enjoy their verbal arguments from my window.
When my siblings got married and had their first child,
I would happily agree to baby sit for them instead of going to Masjid (mosque),
They would give me lots of instructions,
I listened from one ear and took out from the  other,
Told them to scoot and if they heard cries and turned behind they would become stones like in the fairy tale,
I would plop down near the babies with a book and a bag of crisps,
Watched them coo,  gurgle and cry some,
After all  crying makes the lungs strong.
I love children,
And when I had my own,
I enjoyed them utmost,
My son was a newspaper,
He would just blurt out any gossip we had at home to visitors,
When he was in grade four while he was having dinner I sat with him,
And pretended I was taking him for a drive in a Mercedes which was the chair,
He wrote an  essay about it and the teacher put it on the board on Parent's Day.
It was embarrassing and hilarious.
Now my children are away I coach young children in the afternoon,
Cause I love having children around me.
25/5/2025
At your reflection in the mirror,
Before finding faults in others.
25/5/2025
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