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Last time that I went to an informal class with this granny to learn Arabic for holy Quran recitation was in 2002.
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Last time that I went to an informal class with this granny to learn Arabic for holy Quran recitation was in 2002.
Behind closed doors Behind distant families Behind the cheery old lady Lies unfamiliarity She wears her brave face As she struggles to the shops Cashing her state pension It never comes to...
Seeing my aged grandmother, Age still; Smiling at me Kindly Seeing her loop conversations Till I smile back at her wryly It breaks me to see this now; She seemed so strong, endless wit And here she...
I've lived to breathe a thousand lies. Witnessed too many tsunamis in your eyes. Watched on helplessly as the world rushed us by. And time did heal in truth we cried.
#AdventChallenge #ChristmasLists My Christmas list would go for miles, When I was six years young, My parents were afraid to ask, For off my tongue would run.
She stands alone before a bridge Knowing she must cross here She has no one to help her over And she is overcome with fear She is a tiny baby and her mother is not by her side She puts a foot...
Sitting in my piece of mind, I try to make amends with time. While the pictures of my life lie on the floor. In my life I do believe, All I am is all I need. And the only fear I have is growing old.
She says I am her sister, I don't know her any more, All my memories gone They are melted on the floor.
#household Here's an age old recipe you may or may not know Not always very healthy but it may just help you grow Take a new born child and marinate with care Careful not to overcook, just be sure...
Attraction of the mind, is better than the attraction of ones body. If you intend to grow old with someone the physical attraction will fade but the attraction of the mind will grow more.
Now I'm a grown up 39 year old I feel it's time some truths were told I don't care if greying hair looks distinguished. I don't want my libido to ever be extinguished.
The tide is turning The sand is drying My mind is swirling My heart is crying It's all too late Who am I. What do I want. What can I do.
This poem was written for the 70th birthday celebration of a former farmer and cricket fanatic. By Tom May.
Stella sits and smiles a knowing smile at the chaos of the day, While we foolishly, dart this way and that in a world that never stops.
Growing up sucks your fun ends, reality kicks in it's no longer pretend. Serious sets in maturity is expected, parents get stricter and want to be respected.
Standing at the unmistakable precipice, Surveying all that he had penned; The inevitable was upon him; A brilliant mind on which, he could no longer depend.
Oh god, has old age began to set in. I'm against something I'll never win My frown is causing people to ask why.
#colour. #acorns. The luscious Ruby Dazzler was a stripper of repute. And she spent her evenings dressed in her birthday suit. She really was a beauty, best of 'em by a mile.
Hello again, and today is Wednesday, November 14, 2012. Now I know that I'm a kid and don't have to worry about age yet, but I know that my childish mindset probably won't change much.
Today was a bright day, many say I'm old, not up with the new trends, don't fit in the fold.
Bright red lips Nails to match, A woman that No one can catch. Long slender legs Bright white teeth, Eyes as green As a summer leaf.
Twenty five years Phil worked on the line Feeling fine Twenty more days Until Phil retires An industrial hero Twelve hours more Until twenty four Phil punched out Two miles drive Phil thought...
I lay in bed, unmoved by the breaking of dawn, And stare out across my room Which, since I stirred Has become gradually crowded with the misty memories Of long-since melted winters, and crisp summer...
The next day in November needs a different kind of flower. We've been remembering all weekend, not just the eleventh hour. The number's closely guarded, and not to give too much away.