Very Full

Today my mother makes chicken corn soup. Maybe one month she didn’t make corn soup.
Hamzah eat 5 bowls of chicken corn soup, and I just 3 bowls.
When my father want to change Hamzah’s dress, his stomach is very full indeed. It’s seems balloon. Oh Hamza…..
Islamabad, July 22, 2007
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Near The Door

That Night we were sleeping near the door.

Because the weather was good not so hot.

My mother was sleeping on the bed.

In the midnight, my father and Hamzah were sleeping on the bed too.

I was alone beside the door.

When I woke up, I was in front of the cooler.

Islamabad, July 13 2007.

My Cycle

I have a cycle.

It’s clean, but I never ride on it.

My father gave it to me.

Guess, why I never ride on it??

Because it’s tyre always flats.

Humph…….

Islamabad, July 3, 2007

What I Write?

Today I don’t know what to write. So I write:” I don’t know what to write.” in my dairy.
My father comes and asks me,” What do you write today?” I say, “ Just this.” I show him my dairy: I don’t know what to write.
My father says,” Imagine, if you are teacher, comes to the class and doesn’t know what to write. Can you write on the board; Sorry children, I don’t know what to write today, good bye. And off you go ? You must try to write."

Islamabad, June 2, 2007

Tomato Ketchup

Do you like tomato ketchup?
My brother Hamzah likes ketchup very very very very much…..
When my mother makes potato chips, he eats ketchup more than chips….…

Islamabad, July 1, 2007