"Child of innocence, return to me now,
With your simple smile, show them how,
This world once again can respond to your glance,
And heartbeats flutter to the rhythm of your dance".


JazakAllah. VLady has changed my layout. I am so happy to have this new one. I started changing this layout on May 31st, and finished it on Jun 1st. Whoosh...Took me a whole dayyy... Gosh! *winks*




My old layout. Awww...I'll miss this colour. In this window, as you can('t) see, I have opened Real Player, and listening to "Mawlay" by Mohammad Al-Hosyan! (Yes, I have the complete version). Then, there is my Blog. Next to it is my Blogger Dashboard, then my photobucket, then Roland Garros ki site, and then Faizee (very vint...). And do not note the time, or you'll start screaming! ;~)

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Arrrrrray, today Rafael Nadal and Roger Federer won their matches against David Ferrer, and Victor Hanescu. And now, they will be playing against each other in the Semi final. *screams* Who's gonna win??? Both are my favourite players. So, the match would be very interesting. But, I know one thing, Roger Federer will win. But, today, the way he played his final set against Hanescu was simply pathetic. He just needed a match point and he lost it. Hanescu broke the serve. He then won his serve. And then, finally, Federer decided to end the match by having double match point. Phew! Nadal played very well today. Some of his shots were utterly amazing!!

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Watched Warid Telecom's ad. It's nice. Atleast better than Telenor's. In Telenor's ad, Humayun Saeed sits on a wet bench without any hesitation. How stupid! Haven't figured out any flaw in Warid's ad.

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Tomorrow is my first class of N2 - 2nd level of French language. Me, the perfect late-lateef, got myself registered yesterday! Monsieur Anjum is going to be there in my class. He was also there yesterday. Sana has gone back to London, and will come in August. Seher will also not join, because of Sana. Don't know about Maheen. But, I guess, she will be there tomorrow. (She should be!). Maha is still having her O Levels papers, so she'd hardly make up for the new course. Lets hope for the best!

Blahhhh, I have to revise now!!!

b'bye =)

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Thankyou so much Asma, for inviting me...

That's hard to write. But...
ok, fine, here I write something that comes to my mind now. Please don't make fun of it. OKay :@


If I could be a chef:



I'd cook food like Ainsley Harriott. Waisay, I do cook food like him - singing, and dancing! :)

If I could be a librarian: I'd read alllllllll the books. And if not, then I'd steal all of them, bring them home, and then read them with a million packets of chips and loadsa Coke cans!!! Aaah, I just wish!!!

If I could be an athlete: Hahaha...that sounds soo funny. But well, if in life, I become an athlete (purely by my own mistake), I'd be in some hospital, treated by docs. :)

If I could be a business owner: I'd earn loadsa money, buy loadsa books, perfumes, and flowers, and then I'd go on a world tour!

If I could be a painter: I'd paint you green, and would say, "Hey, do you know Shrek is my friend" *winks* ..., Well, I'd also paint my room red/ maroon, or blue/ navy blue , cuz I'd love doing so.

If I could be a lawyer: I wouldn't be here writing this post, silly. I would be six feet down the ground. People would kill me if I fail to win their stupid cases.

If I could be a doctor: I'd play snooker with your bones! [I hate doctors, and I hate being one].

If I could be a musician: I'd break all records with my voice. *evil grin*

If I could be a gardener: I'd spend my days and nights in the lawn, smelling flowers! I'd also plant some fruits/ vegetables. And, if I have a bumper crop, I'd give the surplus to you. So be happy!

If I could be an architect: I'd redesign Habib Bank Plaza. I hate the way it looks!

If I could be a cartoon character: I would be, rather I am, Goofy.

And, finally...

If I could be a pilot(which is not in the list, but still): I'd immediately fly to Norwich, UK. Barryyyy, I miss you so much yaar.


I know, I know only 5 'If I could be' are allowed. But you see, I want to be so much more.
Ok, I invite some people for this thing. I know they won't accept it, but I have to fulfil this formality. *winks*

VLady

eeSJee

Saady J

Saadie

and Unaiza!

View all the 'If I could be..' here.


Cheerio folks! =)

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One day, a diver was enjoying the aquatic world 20 feet below sea level. He
noticed a guy at the same depth he was, with no scuba gear on whatsoever.
The diver went below another 10 feet, but the guy joined him a minute later.
The diver went below 15 more feet, and a minute later, the same guy joined him.

This confused the diver, so he took out a waterproof pad and pencil, and
wrote, "Amazing! How are you able to stay this deep down without equipment?"

The guy took the pencil and pad, erased what the diver had written, and wrote,
"I'm drowning, you moron!"

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Roland Garros, Paris: French Open has started. It's day 6 today! Results uptil now are quite good. Roger Federer should win. If not, then Rafael Nadal should definately win. If not, then no-one should win! As far as women's singles is concerned, Maria Sharapova would win. Any other player can also win. Uh, am not much interested in women tennis. They play yuck-thoo game. So slow, and with so much aaaahhhh...oooohhh.... eeeeeeeehhh!

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کہاں آ کے رکنے تھے راستے،کہاں موڑ تھا، اسے بھول جا
وہ جو مل گیا، اسے یاد رکھ، جو نہیں ملا، اسے بھول جا
وہ تیرے نصیب کی بارشیں کسی اور چھت پہ برس گئیں
دلِ بے خبر میری بات سن، اسے بھول جا، اسے بھول جا
میں تو گم تھا تیرے ھی دھیان میں، تیری آس، تیرے گمان میں
صبا کہہ گئی میرے کان میں،مرے پاس آ، اسے بھول جا
کسی آنکھ میں نھیں اشکِ غم، تیرے بعد کچھ بھی نہیں ھے کم
تجھے زندگی نے بھلا دیا، تو بھی مسکرا، اسے بھول جا
نہ وھ آنکھ ہی تری آنکھ تھی، نہ وہ خواب ھی ترا خواب تھا
دلِ منتظر تو یہ کس لئے ترا جاگنا، اسے بھول جا
یہ جو رات دن کا ھے کھیل سا، اسے دیکھ، اس پر یقیں نہ کر
نہیں عکس کوئی بھی مستقل سرِ آئنہ، اسے بھول جا
جو بساطِ جاں ھی ُالٹ گیا، وہ جو راستے میں پلٹ گیا
اسے روکنے سے حصول کیا، اسے مت بلا، اسے بھول جا

امجد اسلام امجد ۔

Nice poetry!

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Name: Bushi.
Nickname: Hitler.
D.o.B.: May 24. (So, happy birthday to you)
Age: 8 years, and some hours old.
Likes: P-eSh. (PS - Play Station)
Dislikes: Everything that he doesn't know, for example, YOU ;)

So, Ladies and Gentlemen, today I present to you my Pathan little brother, Bushi! [Click to enlarge the picture and see how he's wearing his slippers] =)

Some Details:

He's very energetic. He lovessss wrestling! And knows every move. Once he wrestled with me and I almost died that day. Uff. Andddd, he loves crying, and screaming (میرا بھائی جو ھوا) . He also likes doing 'monkey dance' (which has no connection with monkeys).

The most interesting part of his personality is his speech! You can't understand his speech in the first instance. Because, you don't have a habit of hearing 'Doatoak' instead of Doctor; 'Hoshteepal' instead of Hospital, 'Jhimb-bhoot' instead of Jin-Bhoot, 'Jail-wia' instead of Jawayria (the name). You are not proned to hear words like 'Qamayat' instead of Qayamat, 'Ba-lack' instead of Black, 'Chongee' instead of Chowrangi (roundabout) and finally, 'Mashaylia' instead of Malaysia!

He says he knows english. His vocabulary is very advanced and extensive, for example, "Fridge", "milk", "Pepsi", "Cartoon Network", "I want to go to the toilet", "I am a good boy", and "You are a bad girl"!

He is a very good artist. That's why all his drawings beat Picasso's masterpieces. One is as follows.



He thinks arms come out from the stomach, and hair are always 4 in number and standing straight on the head. People have no ears and no nose. They are always smiling like this. And they stand in this position always.


He is a very intelligent bacha. And he has a habit of asking questions. Once, he asked:

“جب مرغا آذان دیتا ھے تو مرغی کیا کرتی ھے؟“

Thought-provoking question, isn't it?
Well, we tried to answer him by saying,

“اس وقت مرغی نماز پڑھتی ھے“

And he felt satisfied when he got the answer.

Bushi is a very modern boy. That's why on our brother's wedding he got confused when he had to wear 'khussas'. For more than an hour, he kept trying which shoe is for the right foot, and which one is for the left!

If, unfortunately, he sleeps next to you, then you recieve a nice, free dose of strong punches, kicks, and slaps! (And unfortunately, most of the time, I am that unfortunate person). Oh, one more thing. He tells you stories while he's asleep. If he's not telling you stories, then he's definately snoring, trying his level best to make you sit up all night and count sheep.

But, no matter how idiotic he acts sometimes, I still love him.





*Remember, I am not going to give you my blanket.*

Pray that he become a successful person in life. Ameen.

Cheerio =)

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Today is my Sishta's birthday! It's BIYA's birthday!!!! She's my besht friend!

So, here's a small poem (that I have stolen from some place):

When your friends are special,
Let your feelings show,
Tell them they are important to you -
Maybe they don't know.

Don't hold back affection,
Say what's in your heart -
That you are happy when you're with them,
And sad when you're apart.

Don't wait till tomorrow,
That's too far away -
For friendship is too valuable,
To wait another day.

"Don't want to wait another day,
To say how much you mean,
To say that friends as nice as you,
Are few and far between,

To let you know warm thoughts of you,
So often come to mind,
And hope that all your birthdays,
Are the best and brightest kind."

Happy Happy Birthday!!!


See this. But, We aren't that old.

Thought of the day: Why is a birthday cake the only food you can blow on and spit on and everybody rushes to get a piece?

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یہ ھوتی ھیں دل خوش کرنے والی باتیں۔

Your Birthdate: August 24

Born on the 24th, you have a greater capacity for responsibility and helping others than your may have realized. You may also become the mediator and peacemaker in inharmonious situations. Devoted to family, you tend to manage and protect. This birth date adds to the emotional nature and perhaps to the sensitivities. Affections are important to you; both the giving and the receiving.

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

What age do you act?

You Are 9 Years Old

9 Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

You Are From Mercury

You are talkative, clever, and knowledgeable - and it shows. You probably never leave home without your cell phone! You're witty, expressive, and aware of everything going on around you. You love learning, playing, and taking in all of what life has to offer. Be careful not to talk your friends' ears off, and temper your need to know everything.

You Are a Life Blogger!

Your blog is the story of your life - a living diary. If it happens, you blog it. And make it as entertaining as possible.

Cheerio folks! :)

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Yesterday at 13h 29 min 35s, I recieved a message from Mahin, which said, "Asad has seen our result. We all have passed but didn't tell me about the grade"

I was screaming in the whole house, praying for my grade....

Then, finally evening came, and at 6 o'clock, I planned to go to AFK. I ran upto the notice board, and started searching for our class N1 *. I soon found it. The result sheet looked something like this:

Nom: ---- Ecrit (/40) -----Oral (/60)-----Total(/100)-------Mention.

Asad............23..........40...............63...............Assez Bien.
Sana............38..........40...............78................Bien.
Anjum.........30.........56................86...............Tres Bien.
Deepak.......27..........40................67..............Assez Bien.
Umema......34..........60...............94..............Excellent.
Mahin........30..........56................86.............Tres Bien.
Maha........................................Absent.
Noman......38..........40................78..............Bien.
Sehr..........22..........40.................62.............Assez Bien.
[There's one more student whose name I don't know]

I looked at the first line...Okay...Monsieur Asad....23...40....60. Assez Bien...cool. *What will I get?* Then I started reading the Mention (grade) section. Assez Bien, Bien, Tres Bien, Assez Bien., Excellent *whispered: what a genius. Must be Monsieur Anjum*, Tres Bien........

Then, I read the nom section. Ran my finger down to my name. Umema, 34, 60, 94, Excellent. *Screamed my throat raw*.*Fell down and died* *Got up after some moments and read again*
Ran out of AFK. Got into the car. Proudly hollered my result. And recieved accolades.! Yohoo!

Mahahahaha (oops, I mean Maha) is having her O Levels exams these days, so she didn't come for the paper. She would love to write "poulet-riz" (chicken rice) on her desk. Don't know why. And she'd make funny faces on her notebook. I have hardly seen her writing any relevant thing in her notebook. And there is one more student, who has studied N1 before us, but was having his exam with us. He's such a عجیب سا man.

Yesterday, I messaged everybody their results. Monsieur Asad messaged me, "Many congrats. I had predicted this earlier. Anyway, you have to give us treat".
Then, there was Sehr, who said, "Wow. that's super. MashAllah. I always knew you'd come first, and am guessing Monsieur Anjum came 2nd, and how about our bored ******. What did .... get?"
Then, Mahin messaged me, "Congrats to you, and thanks. Will meet again soon".

Alhamdolillah, i got such a nice grade. It's all because you prayed for me.
N1 is not difficult to pass. The difficult stuff starts in N3. And for that you have to pass N2, which is not easy.


آگے آگے دیکھئے ھوتا ھے کیا۔

That's all folks.
Cheerio =)


[I have updated Bayaaz.blogspot.com. Please visit it]

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آشنا ہوتے ہوئے بھی آشنا کوئ نہیں
جانتے سب ہیں مجھے، پہچانتا کوئی نہیں
ہم نے خود پیدا کئے ہیں زندگی میں مسئلے
ورنہ سچی بات ہے مسئلہ کوئی نہیں
خودکشی بھی جرم ہے اور مہ کشی بھی جرم
کون کس مشکل میں ہے یہ دیکھتا کوئی نہیں
مختصر لفظوں میں ہے یہ اب مزاج دوستی
رابطہ بے شک ہے سب سے واسطہ کوئی نہیں۔

- Iqbal Azeem!

[Read the last line again... I have become mean!!! hahahaha]

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I run for miles at a stretch, without once realising what an ordeal it is for you to walk one step. I talk of the red and the blue sky and the silver moon, without thinking of you, who can only see black. To whom his own appearance is a mystery; for whom there is an envelope of darkness and no morning. And when I break my glasses, I complain.

My day begins with words and ends with words. I hear, I speak. I express feelings of love, hatred, of hurt. I compliment, I reprimand, I spend hours glued to the television and the telephone. I sing my favourite song and hum my favourite tune. You do not cross my mind. You, who have no communication with the rest of the world. And when I am asked to lower my voice, I complain.

In the remaining time (i.e. the time when I am not doing any of the above), I think. I think before I speak, after I speak, while I speak. I think when I write, when I observe, when I sleep. I think of the past, and often relieve it. I think of the future, and try to plan it. I form opinions. I calculate, I learn, I reason, I remember. I think of everything, but you. You, who are unable to perform any of these tasks. You, who are locked up in a prison and are unable to live your own life. Unable to understand who you are and why you have been brought into this world. And when I can’t recall what I wrote to my friend’s birthday, I complain.

Today, all of a sudden, I am beginning to think of you. All of you. Trying hard to imagine what your life is like. And wondering why I haven’t done anything to help you. Why we don’t provide you shelter that you need. Why sometimes your family fails to give you the love that you need and leaves you to struggle alone. I wonder why the institutions are so scanty and the benefits so merge. Why not our government allocates more funds for proving your quality of life.

Why we cannot have books in Braille and speech therapy and the countless facilities provided in the West. Why we continue to be oblivious of your existence, and ignorant of your problems.

You have taught us more than our best teachers. It is through you that we have learnt to survive. To conquer our fears and make our weakness our strength. You have taught us to be confident, yet sensitive – brave, yet accepting – for you are all these qualities personified. Those among you who are mentally incapacitated have taught us the lesson of virtue and innocence. You who are unaware of Satan who abides within us. You have taught us, above all, to persevere. And, not to complain. History has witnessed people with handicaps climbing mountains of success. Anna Sewell wrote ‘Black Beauty’ without ever having ridden a horse owing to physical handicap. Milton wrote unmatched ‘Paradise Lost’ when he was blind. Beethoven played his classical symphonies before awe-stricken audiences, when he couldn’t hear. If these legends can do it, you can.

You think you are handicapped? Ain’t I? Aren’t we all? There is always something that we lack. Be it beauty, intelligence, money, or character. We say we have eyes, but do we really see the heaps of garbage around us, the filth, desperately needs to be cleared? We say we can understand. But is there anything in this world, in this life, that we understand fully? We say we can speak. But do we call idle gossip we indulge in, speech? Do we speak the truth and fight the injustice that exonerates the guilty, and persecutes the innocent? We have deliberately chosen not to use any of the facilities provided to us and this, my friend is OUR handicap.

- Extracted from

Alien Legacy,

Issue 3,

16 Nov. 1999.

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تکیہ کلام نہایت مفیدچیز ہے۔ اور سچ مچ گفتگو کا تکیہ ہے۔ یعنی باتین کرنے والا جب چاہے اس کا سہارا لے سکتا ہے۔

ایک صاحب کشمیر کا ذکر کر رہے ہیں---
“جب میں کیا نام وہاں گیا تو تقریباً تقریباً سب قابلَ دید مقامات کی کیا نام سیر کی۔ اور وہ جھیل کیا نام بھی دیکہی‘ وہ جو مشہور کیا نام جھیل ہے نا؟“

ڈل ہے اس کا نام“، ہم لقمہ دیتے ہیں۔
“ہاں کیا نام ڈل جھیل بھی دیکھی۔ سرینگر میں نشاط اور شالامار باغ بھی کیا نام دیکھے۔ اور وہ کیا نام چشمہ بھی دیکھا۔ خوب ہے وہ چشمہ کیا نام---!“

“جی شاہی چشمہ ہے اس کا نام۔“
تو کیا نام شاہی چشمہ بھی دیکھا!“

اسی طرح گفتگو ہوتی رہتی ہے اور بہت دیر میں ہمیں بتہ چلتا ہے کہ “کیا نام“ تو ان کا تکیہ کلام ہے۔ اپنی کم فہمی پر افسوس ہوتا ہے۔
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کیا آپکا بھی کوئ تکیہ کلام ہے؟

A test post...Thanks Motu for helping me out.

Cheerio

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I need your prayers!!!!
Things are going pretty out of control these days. Here is a summary of all these things!

1-Bomb balst! : Today a 10-tonned bomb blasted upon poor me, when I heard my teacher announcing the date of our French exam! Can you imagine it's Mai 16, 2005!?! Coming Monday!!!! Just after 6 days! I haven't studied a word. I am something below than poor in grammar. And my vocabulary is zero. Am dead! Please buy flowers for my funeral.

2- Arrival confirmed! : Papa is coming to Pakistan after just 4 days. So, before his arrival, I have to clean my ever messy house. I don't know why Karachi is so rich in dust, and why is our house like a strong magnet to dust, dirt and other kachra stuff! I wish I could have an ultra powerful vacuum cleaner for my home.

3- My cupboard: Did I ever mention cleaning my cupboard??? I think, I did. A month ago I cleaned half of it. The other half part is still to be cleaned. I am planning to clean it tomorrow. But my plans always fail.

4- Tension augmented: All the above things augment my tension and hence, increase the incessant want of food! Either you don't give me tension, or you give me tension and food together.

5- Umemalicious: Umema is getting more and more malicious these days. So, you are all requested to be careful. Don't try to look at her when she's angry, or...you'll die of strong radiations that emit from her eyes! And to add to your knowledge, she is quite angry nowadays! It was my duty to inform you all. Aagay aap ki merzi...

That's all folks!
Cheerio.

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"You filled my days with rainbow lights,
Fairy tales and sweet dreams nights,
A kiss to wipe away my tears,
A tender touch to ease my fears.
You gave the gift of life to me,
And then in love, you set me free.
I thank you for your tender care,
For deep warm hugs and being there.
I hope that when you think of me,
A part of you, you'll always see!"

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This was read to me by my sweet Nanii.





JazakAllah VLady for typing this in Urdu.
Ulta Seedha bhai, please guide me to that Urdu font (script?) thing?

Adios amigos!

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This world is crazy!
Everyone has gone nuts!
Don't blame me, for I am saying this.
But it's only you who do not understand!

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1- These days I am feeling extra hungry. Don't know if I am in a mood of breaking Miss Trunchbull's record. (If you have read 'Matilda' by Roald Dahl, you'd know what I am talking about) *Right now, I am eating Water Melon* But hey, I am not fat enough to play hopscotch like this: 'Atlanta, New York, Chicago, Detroit, Los Angels, Seattle....' Am I?

2- I am feeling ultra sleepy these days. The fequency of my yawns is 6 yawns/ minute, making each yawn 10 seconds long! *yawnssss* (They say I forget to close my mouth when I open it for yawning...It now seems true)

3- I'm studying more than usual. A miracle, isn't it? ;) I have finally realised that my French exam is near and I 'have' to study, whether I like it or not.

4- I don't hate my untidy room anymore! Rather, I now empty my dustbin on my desk, and shelves. I am seeing a half-eaten cashew nut on my table from the past one or two weeks, and I don't have enough energy to pick that 'lawaris' thing up and either keep it in my mouth or give it to the birds. (Oh, that's the height of laziness now!) And then, my room is so dirty that you have to wipe your feet before you come out.

5- My Dinky Mind is shrinking day by day. I am afraid some day it will vanish, as these days I can feel my thoughts evaporating! Prayers needed.

6- I am missing rain a lot. Whenever I see a rainy scene on TV, I feel like jumping in there and play with those kids. (My dear blogger friends, please don't boil my blood by telling me that you're enjoying good weather).

7- I'm outta money these days. I am becoming poor....so poor that I can't even pay attention! Awww...

8- Thought of the day: "Don't look out of the window.People will think that it's Halloween".

Cheerio!

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I have made some changes in the side bar. I have alphabeticised my 'liens et connexions'. I had to do it a decade ago, but today, I finally got the time to change it! Yay! I don't know why unkymoods is not working.

I am gradually changing my blog language from English and Urdu to French. I'm doing this because my French exam is near, and I think this might help me, as I'd learn new words. Thanks to Motu for helping me out. I help him in Urdu, and he helps me in French.

Today is May Day. It has just started. Let's see will I get the day off or not. *winks*

Today, May 1st, is the date when one of my sisters died. Rabeya (not Raabia) was older than me, and she died at the age of 5 days! She just came to the planet and she went back. What a short visit. Never in my life have I missed her, because there had always been BiYA with me. And now when she is MashAllah married, I miss Rabeya (baji?). On 26th April, her birthday, me and Mommese were discussing her, and suddenly tears came to our eyes. Mom says she never forgets that moment when Rabeya opened her eyes for the last time, and conveyed, "Mom, I'm going". I just wish I had her. I wish I had another sister. *wipes tears*. I miss her.

Cheerio.

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