Older- Sasha Sloan



My life fell back into its usual routine. Only now there was a presence of Rayyan and a presence of Rahma to guide it. I go to school, come home and do my school chores, greet my parent if they're around and hang out with Rahma.



It was like the still water Rayyan and I always stare at. And our painting classes was the only turbulence it experiences; like taking a pebble and throwing it into the river. The waves rise slowly, the currents bouncing off against each other until it stops dancing and ultimately remain still.



Our last encounter heightened the respect I have for Rayyan. For him to rise and survive as a little child is beyond what I could picture him as. The initial thought of getting angry as he claimed "I had all attention" suddenly faded into air. Of course he has every right to think I have all attention, I never had to battle for something to eat.

In my blood- Shawn Mendes



Life turned anew. It was almost like summer approaching when winter isn't gone. Like your days of gloomy weathers suddenly being replaced by the bright sun. Days you didn't plan for yet, days you didn't foresee.



These were the days I was living.



My mother was at leave and so she stayed and helped the nurse take care of my father. In the morning I go to school, come back and meet my parent either in their room, at the living room or outside. They are always together. Though not always talking, but always together.



When I leave, they bid me goodbye together. When I come back, they welcome me together. We sit and watch movies for some minutes before I go back to my room. I am still not entirely comfortable, but it was a huge progress from where we were.



It was more than obvious my father is the one trying to make moments out of it. Almost like he rec

Hopeless- Clinton Kane



We walked out of our department and I heaved a tired sigh.



"The results? Aisha, my friend said with a chuckle and I nodded



As much as mid terms weren't in my favors, that really was just an addition to what I'm feeling. It's been two weeks since I saw the sales guy. Funny how I've sat and talked with him but doesn't know his name. Even more bizarre is the connection I feel when I just met him.



My mother have been organizing tea hangouts, in conversations, women discussions and every other name she could find to name a hangout of gossip, money talks and photographs. She made attend one and I've brought up excuse to avoid every single one onwards.



I've attended in conversations before and they were nothing like what she organizes. I remember attending one that made me realize the true essence of kindness. It was a great feeling walking out of that hall

Older- Sasha Sloan



My life fell back into its usual routine. Only now there was a presence of Rayyan and a presence of Rahma to guide it. I go to school, come home and do my school chores, greet my parent if they're around and hang out with Rahma.



It was like the still water Rayyan and I always stare at. And our painting classes was the only turbulence it experiences; like taking a pebble and throwing it into the river. The waves rise slowly, the currents bouncing off against each other until it stops dancing and ultimately remain still.



Our last encounter heightened the respect I have for Rayyan. For him to rise and survive as a little child is beyond what I could picture him as. The initial thought of getting angry as he claimed "I had all attention" suddenly faded into air. Of course he has every right to think I have all attention, I never had to battle for something to eat.



Crazy how we think we are the only ones at war when everyone else carries a battle within them.


Chapter 9