Great Minds are Young

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A calm yet strong personality, a sharp mind, and a great heart; that’s 15-year-old Egyptian Salma Ahmad, one of my special students who never ceased to exceed my expectations, leaving a big mark in my heart and mind!

Tonight, I would like to share with you one of Salma’s lovely creations; a poem she wrote this summer about “Human Nature”

Enjoy!

Human nature

I marvel how nature could ever find space

For so many strange contrasts in one human face

There’s thought and no thought, and there’s paleness and bloom

And bustle and sluggishness, pleasure and gloom.

There’s weakness, and strength both redundant and vain;

Such strength as, if ever affliction and pain

Could pierce through a temper that’s soft to disease,

Would be rational peace—a philosopher’s ease.

There’s indifference, alike when he fails or succeeds,

And full attention ten times as much as there are needs;

Pride where there’s no envy, there’s so much of joy;

And mildness, and spirit both forward and coy.

There’s freedom, and sometimes a diffident stare

Of shame scarcely seeming to know that she’s there,

There’s virtue, the title it surely may claim,

Yet wants heaven to know what is to be worthy the name.

This picture from nature may seem to depart,

Yet Man would at once run away with your heart;

And I for five centuries right gladly would be

Such an odd, such a kind happy creature as he.

Young 14-year-old Egyptian Nada Al Dash is back with some of her inspirational short poems. Nada talks about the value of time and says: “this is a warning to never waste time, because every second is a treasure waiting to be opened. You open it by making something of your life. Don’t say I should have done this, I shouldn’t have done that… Just thinking that way will never change a thing; you will become depressed and always mad. Time is not something you put in a safe box and lock, it is rather something you should wisely invest in order to be happy.”

Enjoy!

Time now

 

Time goes by, it is so simple but

It is what you do with it that is hard

You never know whether you were wasting your time

Or simply living,

But sometimes you need to stop and think;

What if today or tomorrow was your last day?

Would you live your life happily ever after?

Would you live it as the happiest time of your life?

That is the question we all need to answer

Now!

Forgiveness and forgetfulness

Love and time

Correctness and life

My motto, live and don’t look back

Loyalty, consistency and engagement are few words that describe Nada Al Dash’s attitude toward this blog. I’d like to share with you tonight a new poem in which Nada reflects on another aspect of her life. Nada’s message in this poem is to “never give up, never lose hope, because whatever you are looking for will come; you just need to wait and never give up… Giving up is something you should never put in your mind, even when you have nothing at all. Giving up and losing hope is not an option, because many people can make something
magnificent out of nothing.”

Enjoy 🙂

A Waiting Call

 Ordered by everyone

Trying to run

Nowhere to hide

Nowhere that wide

A path unclear

A soul full of fear

Not knowing who is
whispering in your ear

Hoping someone,
somewhere is here

Closing your eyes
thinking you’re that wise

When you finally start to rise

Thinking there is no reason for us to hide

When you’re looking at the unclear path

You know there is something to find

Stuck somewhere unknown

Looking at the phone

A ringing sound, a tone

No one, no one at all?

I feel like I fell the deepest fall

Looking at the unclear hall

Wishing someone to call

No, nothing at all

Trapped in a box

Surrounded with rocks

No breath left

A phone next to your left

Waiting for a call

It is funny when you can’t do so at all

When will that call come

Who will it be from

Waiting desperately

Waiting uncomfortably

Thinking no one will call

No one will know that at all

Eyes starting to close

Wishing to see another rose

Going in a deep, deep sleep

Nothing else to keep

Just waiting, waiting, and waiting

……………………………………..

……………………….

…………….

…….

..

Ring, ring, ring, ring

HELLO!!!

Rabia Nasir Mir is a 13-year-old very sensitive young lady who expresses her thoughts and feelings trough short free verse poems. Today, she’s sharing with us two major topics or thoughts that have been preoccupying her for some time: ‘Child labor’ and ‘Love’.

Enjoy!

Child labor
Why am I born?
To serve?
To be enslaved?
NO
To be free
To be me
Not to be… Child laborer

Love
Love is an emotion
That needs no operation
That needs no commotion
You feel a state of exaltation
You get a retribution
Love is invincible
Rejoice when you get it
The imposter will not last long
And will be perished

Young Egyptian Nada Al Dash, who always has a lot of interesting talents and experiences to share, is sharing with us today some of her best memories; her “La La Memories.” She says: “La La memories are imaginary memories; things that I thought they would never happen, but I have lived them and I would like to share them with all of you.”

 

 

 

La La memories

 La la memories we had

Some were good, some were bad

But in this picture we had so much fun

It was such a beautiful day especially with the bright sun

Usually mama doesn’t laugh in pictures like this,

But in this one you wouldn’t imagine the things my father did

Oh, too many la la memories we had

And the outdoors were not so bad

In this picture

You can see the glance
of my sister’s smile

The goofiness of my brother’s arrival

Too many good times

Too many great shines

You wouldn’t imagine how many laughs we had

Of course they were all good not bad

We played, danced, and sang

Sounds were loud, too many phones that rang

Wow! Too many laughs we had

In the park with the beautiful, and colorful flowers

My baby cousins thinking they have powers

Standing behind a huge tower

It was an amazing park indeed

I love my family and friends, I do

And I’ll cherish theses la la memories forever too

We laughed so hard

Many people thought we were funk

Many people thought we were drunk

Many people thought we were crazy

Many people thought we were Just lazy

I love these la la memories

Soon there will be more la la memories to remember

But right now I will cherish this one forever.

After her beautiful painting, Saba Tavakoli would like to share with us today a story of a feeling that she experienced and believes a lot of us did too. Saba also put together a picture that best describes that feeling, but she says that it is not so much about the photo, but more about the story behind it.

Enjoy!

“Today I heard news that I probably should’ve been happy about, but it left my stomach feeling heavy and my head feeling sick.

You know that kind of rage that stirs inside you and you fight back little stinging tears, and your hands shake as your mind screams that you’re not happy about it. It is actually terrible news to you, and it makes you angry. And it isn’t because of the direct situation at all; it is people’s reaction to it and you wish people “could’ve been that way to you too”. But they’re not, and instead they say anything to put you down and knock you back. And what do they gain from it; nothing but a false sense of security. No matter how many birthday cards you send them, no matter how many sentimental gifts you buy them or how many meals you cook for them, you will never be good enough. And I’m reaching the point where I’m giving up and it feels so good to be free and start letting go of someone who hurts my feelings so much. My main point really is just letting other people who feel this way know that they are not alone either. It’s about spreading hope and happiness to people who need it. Just cheer up and I quote “Don’t make those a priority, if to them you are just an option.””

Shirin Al Ansari is a strong advocate against child abuse. Here’s her own special way to help raising awareness among all age groups and breaking the cycle of child abuse.

 

My name is Kate

I am eight

My arms are swollen

And my leg is broken

I hear daddy coming,
he is high

I begin to cry

He was sleeping

I had awakened him
with my weeping

He comes and carries me
up high

And lets out a sigh

He then smashes me on
the wooden floor

I try to crawl to
the door

But he grabs my leg

And beats me more

I’m sorry I yelled in
my last breath

As I awaited death

Now I’m with my mummy

In the heavens above

I just wish daddy had
treated me with more love!


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