Yesterday, my sister came from Baghdad to spend Eid al Futor in Mosul . Of course she came with her nice kids:
Aya, is like a princess who shows polite and ladies behaviors most of the time. she consider me as her best aunt *I guess* but that's not mean she loves me as a person and accept my thought!!
I can’t be 100% myself when I am with her, she always talks like someone older than her age, mocks my words and thoughts, pretending that she is not caring of my opinions and I am only that insect that is good in nothing but telling stories !!!!
I still remember that day when I gave her my bear and told her that she is his mother today, and he will sleep with her in the bed and she must feed him well and take good care of him. She gazed me and said with contempt “It’s a toy, he is not human”!!
In some cases when she shows respect and not makes me feel humiliated and not says anything, her eyes WILL instead...
She refused to eat date when I asked her because she knows its taste!! I know the taste of absolutely everything but I am still eating!!
Anyway, she is different from that kid (Ayman) with his cartoony personality, soft voice, and broken words!! And different from the little Anas with his shy and curious looks…
I spend hour’s yesterday watching extremely silly cartoon, with ugly girl called (Rayhana). You really missed it; I can’t be fair in the valuation of this shows.
Aya did her best in explaining this shows, she told me “Rayhana is a mother but she don’t have children “ *sound interesting!!!!!!, but it doesnt make any sense* ^_^
She continued: “And, Jojo is her husband”
*Thanks God she didn’t said: "but they are not married!! ^__^*.
It was really rich hours that made me more confidence in who I am in compare with Aya.
Today, it’s really busy day with all house works; preparing our house for the big attack that will took place in the first day of Eid, since all of my uncles and their sons and their grandchildren are going to spend the day in our lovely house.
Anyway, Eid mean that Ramadan will be over.Ramadan month really goes fast!! I was thinking of writing a post about my day in Ramadan… butI was ummm... BUSY!!
Muntather Al zaidi was released.
I don’t know how to translate my feeling about his act and about him in words but I felt that I should write about this,so I’ll just share this few poems of Ahmad Mutar (Iraqi poet):
When I was led as a prisoner
A tear had fall
a Laughing tear:
“ Finally, I was freed”