Fluent Thoughts

Boodi was wearing his hand made king crown and running all around the house shouting “I AM THE KING.. I AM THE KING.. I AM THE KING”. My brother stopped him and asked “Your majesty the king; where is your queen?” Boodi replayed “Dhari took my queen, and I will kill them both”.

Shopping in Ramadan is the worst; I have not went shopping in Ramadan for years and this year I had to and what I have seen is a big shock; I didn’t know that there are that much people in Kuwait. When were they born and how fast do they grow.

What is the possibility that a peaceful moment remains as it? I wish that my peace shall do for long. Pleasant days they were; clear images of my future and a suitable path to walk on.

Many changes in my life will be in the coming months. I will be an aunt and my sister will get married and leave the house. I am so happy that I’ll be an aunt but not sure about my sister leaving the house, I will miss her a lot.

Loosh was asking me yesterday while helping him with his homework “Why are we studying Rome and British history?” “Well, to know about other countries and learn from their experience to improve our selves and country”. If we didn’t learn the lessons from our own history how could we learn from others?

Few days and Ramadan will go, will take its goods with it and leave. May God bring it again to us and give us more of its goods.

Say hi to my new friend “???”, I didn’t name her yet so just say hi.I saw her yesterday in that toys store while buying Boodi and Loosh their Eid gifts; she really did get my attention with those cute blue eyes and her wonderful smile, not toothy but beautiful.

Daisy felt really jealous when he saw her, you could see it in his eyes, and he didn’t want to sit near her which made me put her in another corner of the room where he can’t see her. He is so special and no way she will take his place in my heart but it’s not easy to convince a teddy bear of that.

I picked her because she reminds me of my old stuffed dolls; I wasn’t a fan of Barbie dolls though I used to get some as gifts. My sister used to take them to add them to her zombie collection, I used to call them like that because I always had this feeling that they were dead small people. and what made my feeling worse is that when ever she gets a new doll she would cut her hair and stick it up using glue, waits for it until it dries and spray it with colours, after that she would colour her eyes using a black pen, colour her cheeks using a red pen and colour her lips using a blue pen and then make them sit near each other in one of our room shelves. They really scared me especially at night when going to bed and looking at them sitting on that shelf staring at me. I remember begging her to put them in the drawer but she would refuse because she thought that they wouldn’t be able to breathe in there.

Back to subject; say hi to my new friend and find her a name

The thought of death is always in my mind. I always think of that moment when the angel of death will come to take my soul and leave my body to be graved in earth.

I think of that moment and will I be able to say :

or will it be heavy and my tongue won’t be able to say it. I think of how the angel of death will call my soul; will he say “come out, you evil soul” or will he say “come out, you good soul”. I think of my grave and its darkness, and the moment when they pour sand on me. I will never exist again in this world they will be no more me.

People might forget me; and some might pray for me; others might never mention me again.

After that I will go to where? Hell or Heaven. Hell, that will burn my body and will tear me into parts, pain will remain, might increase but will never reduce.

Or maybe Heaven, where I have never imagined, that will be something much better than my fiction books, fairy tale movies and something I have never seen even in my never land.