Dear Grannie:;

This was in my mind for months, and I had to to unleash it. Or else, my feelings would be crumpled. Making me a zombie, who doesn't cry as she used to, but laughs twice as much. I mean, laughing is good for your health. But to me, crying is essential. A necessity in my life. Without it, it would be hard for me to express my feelings. That's why I write, it helps clear my head from things. By writing this post, I don't intend to make you cry. As I said, I want to express my locked feelings, and now, as I have the chance, I won't lose it.

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  Today, is the first day of Holly Ramadan. But, this year we have to celebrate by ourselves. As you passed away earlier this year. For the last 15 years of my life, I always celebrated Ramadan with you, and the rest of the family. However, things changed this year. Many, many things.

  Grannie, nowadays, home doesn't feel like home. There is a void in it, a missing jigsaw puzzle, which is you! Home, got gloomier the moment you stepped out of it heading for treatment. 

  I remember, last winter, you got very, very sick and we all thought that it's a flu that would be cured in a week. But, things got out of control when you had to go to Germany to be cured. Ever since the moment you stepped on that plane, things changed around the house. Depression was hovering in the air, like a guillotine preparing to strike at our necks at the right moment. 

  I remember, when this February, we went to Germany as a vacation. We visited you twice. I remember how excited I got when the hospital came in sight. I remember how I threw myself at my uncle. I remember, going to your room with my brother. When I saw all the wires that were hanging around you, I knew that you were in huge pain. I knew that you needed to be freed.I remember how you pointed towards my brother, you had a proud look on your face. I won't lie, I did shed I few tears back then. I tried to hide them from you, but I am not sure if I succeeded. At that moment, I had my final look at you. 

  I remember, when I used to come back from school, my bag would always be on one of my shoulder. And you'll tell me to give to the maid, as it would make my posture bad and would also affect my health.

 I remember, once we were in our farm at the desert. I woke up early in the morning, and saw you preparing coffee. The view behind you was breath taking, the sun wasn't up yet. But the rays engulfed the desert with their glow.   The sky's were blue, some dark, some light. I can't describe it well, as that was several years ago. 

 I remember the day when I heard the news of your death. I was asleep, and my mom woke me up. "M, your grandma died today" she said, while sobbing. I hugged her, and whispered "She is in a better place". A smile formed on my face, because I knew that you will no longer suffer to stay alive. I knew, that you are happy. I could tell from all your actions that you ended up in heaven. Surrounded by your loved ones. 

 I remember how highly you spoke of your father. You would tell us stories about him, diving for pearls. It was like 60 years ago or maybe 50. But we always loved to hear them. You told us that back then, 300 Dirhams were like millions. We were kids, and we were amazed at how the prices were low back then. 

 Grannie, you were weak, yet strong. You stood up high, facing every challenge thrown on you. When I look up at you, I see wisdom. I see strength. I see patience. I see love. Last but not least, I see forgiveness. You are my #1 female role model. I want to be just like you when I grow up. 

 I love you Grannie. Always had always will. May your soul rest in peace♥. 

  

 

Is it too late?

Tell me my readers, is it too late to apologize? Or will you forgive me? 
Yes, I am sorry, and do I feel terrible. But things have been out of my hands lately. And now I am back in business ;). No, unfortunately, it's not a story post, It's just a random one in I am hoping that you'll forgive me.


Plus, I want to share some moments with you. I find them extremely funny, and if you, my readers don't, people have their own different opinions. And I respect whatever you say.


Enjoy this post ;*. 
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Funny Moments:;


1) When we were in Al 6aif, KSA at Ramada Hotel. Me and my sister where sharing the apartment with my brother and grandpa. We had the one bed bedroom all to ourselves. So one the first night, we kinda stayed up late, for no valid reason. Just chatting about random stuff, then we decided to go to bed and head to sleep. So I switched the lights, and hid under the covers waiting for the sand man to sprinkle his magic on my eyes. My sister was already there, and everything was silent, but then I blew the bubble and told her, 
"Fa6amii, momkin etsha'3leen el abajorah? Nsait a76 el a'3ra'6 fe el shan6a."
"La," she said in a low whisper, "A5af youm asha'3lha achoof el baby eli shalah el 3gab w klaah!". On our way to Al 6aif, she heared a story about a baby who was kidnapped by a vulture from his parents clutch. So, she imagined him sitting on the small table by the bed. 
"Hahahahahaha! Yeah and he'll smile to you, with those eyes of his that were eaten by those voltures. You'll keep staring at that black hole, in which his eye were supposed to be." I said, doing my best to scare her. As that is a hobby of mine. 
"Oh! And he would cross his legs and put his hands on them, and say, "Welcome Home ;)!" " she said as she moved next to me. I was laughing, laughing so hard, and with every passing second, my sister slid down, under those covers, trying to keep the longest distance between her and that Imaginary baby. She kept on sliding down, until she reached my feet, and with that I howled with laughter, as she is a total chicken, and is scared from the the things that come out from her imagination. After several minutes, I decided to put on the lights and end whatever was going on between us. 
We really enjoy each other's company, and even though we fight, but I know deep down, she cares for me as much as much as I care for her <3. F6aimz, I love you! :D


2) We were in the car, on our way to Makkah or Riyadh I don't remember which is which. 3abooudi, my uncle's son was asking his mom, why we humans didn't like shay6an. She answered his question, and told him that whenever you say, "A3otho billah mn el shay6an el rajeem," he goes away. To our surprise, he started crying and said, 
"Laaish, laish et5aleen el shay6an eroo7?! Hatha 9adee8ii! Ana a7ibah!" and we all started laughing at him. He's only 4, so that was kind off normal for kids  his age, but he is an awesome travel companion! You'll never get bored of him, unless if he took a nap ;p.   


3) In Al 6aif, we got in the cable car (Telefreak), and started to go down to the water park. When we reached their, we were walking observing the surroundings peacefully, until one of us saw the Toboggans and we all decided to take ride. On the first round, I was extremely happy, as everything turned out to be smoothly. I was speeding up to the limits and no cop. was there to tell give me a speeding ticket. But on the second round, I was sandwiched between my cousins, which lead us to have some severe crashes. After we finished, we went to the restaurant near the Toboggans. And then we sat on the roof, as there were some tables up their. So, Yazzy was sitting on a chair & was talking about something. One of the kids pulled her chair, without her knowledge, and when she sat, she sat on air and crashed to the wall. She fell on her bum, and hit her head hard on the wall. So we laughed at her, and then she joined us. Actually, that was an eventful day <3. 


The END ;P 

Marie Currie

Fantasy.. Not true ;P
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We were attending our chemistry class. Mr. Stewart was late, which was something unusual!  He used to come to class, very early. The class was very noisy, and I was seated next to Alice, my chemistry partner. 

"Hey, Alice, do you know anything about or next assignment?" I asked

"Umm, well I heard Mr. Stewart mention something about Marie Currie. But I'm not that sure." She answered with a creased forehead

"Oh! That's good. I read her biography yesterday." I replied proudly

"Really? Well, what do know about her, Jake?" she asked with a hint of admiration shinning in her eyes

"Marie was born in Warsaw. She moved to Paris on the 1891 to study there." I replied smartly

"When she was studying at Sorbonne, she met Pierre Currie. They both had interest in magnetism, which drew them together" she replied coolly with a smirk on her face

"She married four years later, 1895. She & Pierre hardly left their laboratory" I said, trying to copy the same tone she used earlier.  

The teacher came to class in a hurry,  before starting the lesson I leaned & whispered to Alice

"Do you think we have a chance that we might end up like them?" I said as I winked to her.

Her face turned into a deep shade of red, and she turned her gaze towards the window. The weather was gloomy, clouds covered the sky, enclosing the sun. It seemed that it was about to rain anytime soon. The lesson started, Alice didn't talk to me unless it was about the lesson or if she needed any help in using the tools to mix substance X with Y. I guess that she was still embarrassed. The class ended and it was time for lunch.

"Alice, is it okay if I sit with you today during lunch?" I asked, as I was hoping for a YES!

 She seemed confused, then answered

"Okay."

After picking our food and choosing our table, we sat down. Alice was busy chewing her galaxy bar and drinking a bottle of fresh milk.

"So, any new information about our heroine Marie?" asked Alice sarcastically

"She received a Nobel prize in Physician in 1903" I said half laughing, half trying to sound serious.

"She also received the Davy Medal in 1903 and Matteccia Medal in 1904." She replied smartly

"She suffered terribly after Pierre's death in 1906, but she continued their work and won a Nobel Prize in chemistry in 1911."

Alice smiled and I smiled back at her, she was about to say something when the bell rang.

"See you later, Jake." Said Alice, and with that she came to me and kissed me on my right cheek, which made feel very hot and light headed.

"Umm, S..See You later!" I replied nervously

Each one of us went to different classes, she had trigonometry while I had Latin language.

Dear 2009;

 

You have taught me so much. You made me cry, smile, break down & howl with laughter. You changed me, you opened my eyes & made me wise. You have been a great experience to me, I never knew that you’ll end this fast. To me I still do not believe that today is 1/1/10 ! I do not want you to go this fast, but you have too :’). I won’t forget you that fast, you deserve to be cherished.

Happy new year everyone;*

 

With love;

Bambii.M <3