Sometimes in life, we get stuck answering the questions that will take forward but keep us behind.. 

Good Morning, or should I say Good Afternoon

The sound of the chirping birds let my imagination take over reality. I could picture the sun peeking through the mountain, despite being nearly hidden, its rays light up the small town of Moshi. The houses acknowledge the sun and in return reflect back the rays via it's glass windows. Soon you would be able to hear the 'Cock-a-doodle-do' of the chickens waking up their owners. In the house were cats are present, they would be scratching their owners faces asking for their breakfast. The town seems to be very peaceful and natural until the sounds of car horns disrupt the silence as the beeping sound announces to each child, it was time to go to school. Their mothers send them off with a cheerful 'have a good day'. 

But, for me, being on holiday and for many of the other children and teens around the world, it is shocking to wake up so early especially if you slept at 3:00 am last night. To entertain myself until some one in the house bothers to make coffee and wake me up. I switch on my phone, to my suprise it was 11:45. 

The birds had deceived me but then I thought, if the saying was true 'birds sing with hope at dawn' then the singing of birds at midday signify that hope is always there, ready for us to chirp in its awe. 

Creative Writing Piece (English Class)

My hand had a mind of its own, it grabbed onto the soft muddy earth and squeezed it as if it were the heart of my green-eyed mother. It would still be beating tremendously fast but I could keep it in my hand and clench it tight. Despite its soft moist texture that would remind you of the time you washed sunscreen of your body. My hand adapted to the situation and my blood cells marched through my veins to witness something that would change my life, and leave the universe in peace.
Sadly that wasn't the case because as soon as I opened my eyes, only to the extent that my eyelashes would not disrupt my vision, I saw stomps of trees that were greener than the shirt I was wearing. Wait...
Was I wearing a green shirt?
As I tried to remove my hand from the mud, I couldn't. My hand had given up on me, I couldn't even lift my head but from the feeling of sweat trickling down my neck, I knew something was wrong.

Its a little dark but...

With each step I walk on this earth,

I look to each side, watching for evil's birth,

As my foot descends to the ground,

One person breathes it's last, ready to depart this world,

Sleeping sound.

As I lift up my foot ready for the next adventure, 

A baby breathes it's first, diving into this world,

Fate dependent Future.

As each being walks through the drowning clouds of their dreams,

A problem in one's life appears,

Or so it seems.

This world, is full of those with eye's just to stare.

God will lift you high,

For you he will care. 

I am Zainab- Recognize Me

Bear was her head under the hot burning sun of Damascus.

Her rapidly aging body reflected the pain she went through.

The sight of her brothers' head being beheaded flashed through her head as she blinked.

Her tears flowed down her checks as she caught a glimpse of her newly orphaned niece and nephew.

But not even her pain could overpower the strength of her words.

SHE WAS ZAINAB- The daughter of Fatima (as) and Ali (as).