Oh Mother...

Oh Mother

Oh mother I see you dreaming of your life
Like a fairy tale thinking of the things
Nothing that money could buy
For nine months you carried me tenderly inside you
You gave me the warmth and kept me safe
I know she has had a bad past
I hope and pray for tomorrow to be brighter
Hey mother holds those tears back
I see her keeping in all the pain
Keep your head high
You got us and we got you
And we will get this all through
So tired of defending her life
She could have lost it all and died
But yet she fights for the lives for her children
She was so young with an innocent heart
Doing all she could to give the life to her children
That none other could give
Oh mothers you will never grow older
Telling us that we are way tougher
‘Hold tightly the hand of your brother’
I’m sorry if I ever caused you pain
You know because deep inside it was all in vein
You were there at the start
And your still are here now
You were there in the morning
And you are still here in the evening
You have been in my heart and mind from beginning
And you will stay there everlastingly!

My mother, your mother, our mother
Stays always stronger
Don’t look back
Together we will get through
The pain and sorrow that you have been through
Doesn’t matter if you’re there or not
Because in the end you are still my mother
I thank you for everything that you have done
And everything that you still do
So I just wanted to let you know that
I love you!

Mothers you are very special and kind
And this is the reason behind
I say this just to make you smile
Forever and not just for a while
If life were without mothers
There would be no you or me
Thank you to God for creating us all
for giving us our mothers
so we can all stand proud and tall
She looks at me and tells me
‘Do not to let your future children walk my way
Or to hear the words I had to say’
I look in the mirror and investigate my face
Am I a spitting image of my mother?
We sit in the garden and breathe the fresh air
Think of the wonders and happiness
You shared the memory of when I was born
Told me the times when we had fun while shopping
Held my hand and walked me to school
I waited more than an hour after school for you
She sighed and played with my hair
She then came out with a problem
And everything fades away
I’m not sat in the garden but instead I’m in the rain
Not breathing fresh air but instead stale air
We never actually went shopping
Or neither did you ever walk me to school
It was all just an imagination
Tomorrow comes and goes what it brings is so poor!

My mother, your mother, our mother
Always stays stronger
Don’t look back
Together we will get through
The pain and sorrow that you have been through
Doesn’t matter if you’re there or not
Because in the end you are still my mother
I thank you for everything that you have done
And everything that you still do
So I just want to let you know that
I love you!

By Neelam Ahmed

I miss Ramadan

Long time no post on here. Finally I got the free time and chance to write something to on my blog….yes I’ve been busy!

Ramadan is finished and Eid is celebrated.

Eid was great this year, but I found it quiet strange and different, mostly because during Ramadan everyone seemed so…so…nice? I don’t think that’s the word…well let me put it this way, basically during Ramadan everyone was all ‘holy’ (that’s the word my friend used).

Anyhow…u probably know what I’m talking about…no need for me to blab on.

This Eid was fantanstico…had friends and family over, and I and my family went out to my cousins and aunts house too.

Food glorious food, hot kebabs and ketchup

While were in the mood, hot keer and nuts

(Cough, cough) Enough of that!

Plenty of food…however I think, in fact I believe, that people waste too much food, in piece of evidence, whilst cleaning up after everyone (the females) had left more food left on plates then the males! Why fill plates up so much when you know it’s going to go to waste?

But I must applause…the guys had clean plates.

Anyway because Eid was on Sunday, I missed Monday off. It happens every year, 2 days is off school because on the second we still have people coming over and we still have houses to attend…mostly because my family is pretty huge and it’s hard to get around to everyone’s house in one day. Even tho it’s frustrating but it’s still fun…and time flies by fast.

I miss Ramadan a lot already…

I hope everyone had a blessed Ramadan and a fun time on Eid :)

Papers Away!

PAPERS AWAY!

Now I stay awake all night

In the bitter electric light

Look up into the sky and ask if this is a plague

Starting to see everything as vague

With such painful change

Of thought, such constrast strange

Think to yourself how can this be

No Freedom, No Justice, No Democracy.

You will surely not remain

No idea, what's going through my brain?

For this Earth is not perfectly round

You will always hear different sounds

The brave ones will seek retribution

And the law makers will become peace detractions

People have been busy absorbing their own reflections

Why is it that perfection gets the attention?

The madness of this world

Is making me feel so cold

Pressed the button to switch on the TV

The pictures are rough and grainy

Watching mothers clutching children

While one begs to be forgiven

As one's life's gets stolen

The other gets treated like an alien.

Now I stay awake all night

In the bitter electric light

Look up into the sky and ask if this is a plague

Starting to see everything as vague

With such painful change

Of thought, such constrast strange

Think to yourself how can this be

No Freedom, No Justice, No Democracy.

I'm seeing the paper still writing

Oh how the world is fighting?

Over nothing but protection

With no negotiation

We have set out to battle for justice and truth

And we shall to the best of our tough youth

All I see is deep devastation

With people's hate and separation

We are splitting like the branches of a tree

Not realising this is not how it's meant to be

The world now has the chance to enjoy their kill

While others worry about paying their bill

I'm starting to feel the weight of the world on my shoulder

People are getting colder, as this world is getting boulder

So you spit poison in my face

Now i feel like I should never have came to this place

Now I stay awake all night

In the bitter electric light

Look up into the sky and ask if this is a plague

Starting to see everything as vague

With such painful change

Of thought, such constrast strange

Think to yourself how can this be

No Freedom, No Justice, No Democracy.

By Neelam Ahmed

BACK TO SCHOOL!

Now that the summer holidays are over and school is back, something seems to be still missing...

Today was my first day back, and I must say not many people have changed over the summer, well there are some who are tanned, some unfamiliar faces have appeared and some familiar faces have disappeared!

I still feel like im the whole holiday mood…and get the feeling that its gona take me ages just to get back to that normal routine of, waking up early in the morning, going to school and spending half the day there, coming home, praying, eating, watching tv, doing housework, doing homework, praying again, going to sleep and then this all repeating itself again and again!

Really wished that I could have had a proper holiday this summer…you know like actually go out of the UK, infact actually go out of my home city (Leeds).

But, nooooo…

Oh well…too late for the moaning now.

I guess the only new stuff that happened this summer is that I got my nose pierced, I seem to have put on weight (especially cuz of ramadhaan not because ive not been doing anything), my wardrobe seems to be full off unwanted clothes, some parts of my home have been changed, and oh yeh did I forget to mention that one of the major new stuff this summer has been that its actually been the MOST boring summer ever!

I also found it quiet stupid how the new year 7' got pushed around and sort of picked on by the older peeps…it happens every year, something always goes on with the new year 7, just because they are new and to freak them out about the whole thing about being in high school…whats worst is that when those new year 7 reach year 9 or 10, they will go and end up teasing the next new year 7, whats the point?…I guess it’s just 'the circle of life' - (watchen too much of Lion King, hehe)

But the bright side is that ramadhaan has been partly in the summer holidays, so I was able to read the Quran fully and do as much iba'da. Also at least I don’t have to wear the school’s crappy new uniform (blazer, tie, shirt, trousers) as im in sixth form…