Thursday, July 28, 2011

Extract from a book

"It’s ironic. I see people who are living who walk through life feeling dead inside, just passing time until they die. Then there are those who have died who want to stay with the living and have never felt more alive. There are people who had a chemical imbalance in life who, now dead, want to join the living because they see how beautiful life can be. There are also souls who just had such a great life that they still want to share it with their loved ones. And there are people who died too soon who choose to remain with the living who are the same age so they can live through their experiences. There are people who fought to live an extra day, or to see one last sunset, and they fight for these things out of love of life. Life is meant to inspire us to take a chance, to reach down into the very core of who we are and bring that to the surface to share."

DuBois Allison. We are their heaven. Why the dead never leave us. Simon & Schuster, UK, 2006.
Pp 172

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Selected Vocabulary Cont...

Gaunt: As I saw the gaunt body of the begger, I immediately gave her some money.

Brocade: I got silk pants with a brocade designed on it to wear for Eid.

Commemoration: Mother’s Day is a commemoration to mothers everywhere.

Son: My parents have only one son.

Made: My mother was so pleased with me because I made my bed.

Steal: I would never steal anything from anyone.

Where: “Where are my parents?”, cried the lost boy.

Samar Al Ansari
Grade 6A
26/3/2000

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Selected Vocabulary Cont...

Shadow: May and I are good friends, she is my shadow and I am her’s. Grade 6A

Misname: Some of my English teachers misname me by my grandfather’s name.

Whiz: My cousin is a whiz on the computer.

Civilized : Bahrain is a civilized country because it has a government and it is under control.

Mystify: I want to mystify my mother with my planki to show her that I am clever.

Misery: My grandmother was in misery when her mom died; she wouldn’t eat or sleep.

Samar Al Ansari
Grade 6A
11/12/1999

Monday, July 04, 2011

Don't be sad

Mother, don't be sad
having lost a friend or two

Do remember,
you’ve gained a few.

All your friends love you,
old and new

Few can’t cope with your grief,
Nor know what to say and do.

Don’t forget, Mother
I am your friend too

I’m always with you
Alive in you, isn't it true?

Randah R. Hamadeh, 2011, Copyright©

Written in loving memory of my daughter,
Samar Ahmed Al Ansari (4/4/1988-4/9/2006)