Samar's Drawing (27), 8th Grade

On Siblings' Bereavement

"How is your mom doing?''
Is the basic question asked.
Sometimes an inquiry about Dad.
But so sadly seldom,
They do not ask the siblings.
They must be so sad.
True the depth of parents' awful loss
Brings agony and pain.
But the children,the dear children
Really do hurt again and again.
They lost a brother or a sis
Their pain is just as real
Frustration,anger and fear
They,too go through such hell.
Who is there to comfort them
To give a word of care
Everyone is more concerned
About the parents' welfare.
While the siblings
Down in their hurt and pain
No one to hold them near
And let them know they are not to blame.
To uplift and ease their minds from fear.
Linda Camper

Voccab Paragraph

As I walked through the stores of the old Islamic country, I saw all the fabulous mosques with their amazing minarets. One thing was clear to me, society and religion worked together in unison. As I looked up to the sky and saw the halo glistening, all I could think about was how beautiful the world was. A musty smell interrupted my train of thoughts and I turned around to see a man dressed in white holding a pot of geranium. He started running and I ran after him veering my way through the alleys. Then he disappeared. Who was that guy who selfishly interrupted my train of thoughts?

Samar Al ANSARI
GRADE 9.2
25/01/ 2003

ليتني

!أمي، ليتني أعود طفلة صغيره
عندما كنت أمرح مع سعاد وسميرة
أخبرك عن مضايقات أمل لمنيرة
أقول لك عما جرى وما فعلته المديرة
!أمي، ليتني أعود طفلة صغيره
أجلس في حضنك، وسادتي الوثيرة
تمشطين شعري وتعملين لي ضفيرة
تناديني، حبيبتي وأحيانا يا أميرة
!أمي، ليتني أعود طفلة صغيره
نتحادث أو نقرأ قصة حلوة مثيرة
أخبرك عن طموحاتي الكثيرة
وعن أمنياتي عندما أصبح كبيرة
!أمي، ليتني أعود طفلة صغيره

©رنده ربحي حماده
(أم سمر)
جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة 2009

SAMAR'S art work (9)

Recommendation Letter (3) Written for SAMAR

And Yet This Happened to Me

I took motherhood so seriously.
I took nothing for granted.
I was always thankful
for what I had.
And yet this happened to me.

I chose to stay with them,
live through their lives closely,
put my own aspirations
on hold 'til they'd grown.
And still,this happened to me.

My life was spent caring
for two lovely daughters
who made my life special
in so many ways.

One day she was living,
alive,well and thriving.
The nextshe was gone
to a life we can't share.

I'm learning to struggle
through life and the grieving,
to find ways of being
that bring wholeness and peace,
and live with what happened to me.
By
Genesse Bourdeau Gentry
Stars in the Deepest Night

Recommendation Letter (2) Written for SAMAR

لماذا لا زلت عني تبحثين؟

ها أنت أمي
بين طالباتك
...تجلسين
إنهن بعمري
مما يثير مشاعرك
...فتتحسرين

عن وجهي
بين وجوههن
...تبحثين

أن أجلس بينهن
إلى جانبك
...تتمنين
ها أنت أمي
لأجلهن
تبتسمين
رغم أنك
من اللوعة
...تئنين

وأسم كل واحده
منهن
...تنادين

تمنيت

إسما واحدا
...تنطقين
ها أنت أمي
الأسئلة
لكل واحدة منهن
...توجهين
وأن تسأليني
سؤالا واحدا
...تودين
أنا معك
في فكرك
وقلبك
وعينيك
يا أغلى الغاليين
فلماذا إذا أمي
لا زلت عني تبحثين؟

©رنده ربحي حماده
(أم سمر)

جميع الحقوق محفوظة للمؤلفة 2009

Since you went the sun refuses to shine,
The sky joins me in weeping for your abscence,
All our pleasure is gone with you...
Silence reigns everywhere...
Oh!Come back ! Already the shepherds and the flocks call for you!
Come back, or it will be winter in May.

Jakob McMichael Reinhold Lenz (1751-92)

Recommendation Letter (1) written for SAMAR

Juliet’s Diary

In two weeks from today is my 14th birthday, and I have already received the greatest present of all. I have received love! I am in love with an amazing man, Romeo. The only problem is that he’s a Montague; Monatgues are our family’s arch enemies. How do they expect me to have someone so full of love? When I see him, my heart melts and becomes a puddle of love. To love him in secret is better than not to love him at all. Tomorrow I will vow my love to him, and hopefully he will too.

Juliet

Samar Al Ansari
Grade 9.2
10/11/ 2002

في ذكرى مولدها....هل نهنئ؟

الأخت العزيزة الدكتورة رندة
!!في ذكرى مولد سمر...أحتار
...!!هل أهنئك...أم أواسيك
...و لكني أقرأ شعرك و نثرك... و أسمعك أحيانا تتحدثين عنها
...فأحسبها غائبة في مكان ما… عن ناظريك
...و لكنها بالتأكيد .. تسكنك و تعيش بقلبك
!!!هل أهنئك بذكرى مولدها؟
...أعتقد.....نعم
...فهي تعيش في جنان الخلد... و....معك
..رحمها الله ورفع شأنها في جنات الفردوس

أخوك و تلميذك
عادل الصياد

Twenty One

Today is the day you turn twenty one
A happy day not only for me but for everyone
But how can we celebrate it since you are gone,
When your eyes cannot see the sun?

Your last birthday with us you turned eighteen.
Where are the days when you were a teen?
All these days have passed with you unseen…
How do you look now? How have you been?

I wish you were here for us to celebrate
This special birthday that would change your fate
It is this year that you were supposed to graduate
I am sure you would have excelled and been great

But even though you are not here
My gift is ready for you, daughter dear
Poems of love and longing, so sincere
A special gift to mark your age this year

So here is your gift wrapped with my kisses
And all my love and special birthday wishes
Each letter, each word, your memory caresses
And tells you that you are the one everyone misses

Randah R. Hamadeh, 2009, Copyright©
Written in loving memory of my daughter
Samar Ahmed Al Ansari (4/4/1988-4/9/2006)
(www.samaralansari.com)

أيتها الغالية

،أيتها الغالية
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،فبحياتك وبموتك رفعت رأسنا

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