Zainab's Writings

As I was buying lots of toys from a Shopping Mall, I see a poor boy my age, looking longingly at a ball. I feel so sad and I wish that I could do something, I look at him and suddenly, I could do anything. ANYTHING to make him better, to make him happy too, To make that empty, sad face bloom with joy too. I look at him and then at me, and I know what to do, It'll make him feel better, and I'll be joyous too. I take ALL the shopping bags and hand them to that lad, He smiles and I smile back, feeling so warm and glad. These are the dried flowers, that exist in our nation, But I know that if we water them, it'll change the situation.

  ...........and so it's true..........

I really don't know what I  am going to be. When I was about 3 years old I spoke of being a bear. That's impossible, of course.  At 7 I dreamed of becoming a Scuba Diver and Whale Trainer. It was the profession of my dreams. Now I remind myself that it's an imaginaton I'm not mad enough to accomplish. At 10, I ask myself what I want to be. I plan to go in the field of education, like my father. I am going to have to bring up ERDC. Me, my brother and sister would have to be the future leaders of it. But alongside it, I WANT to be a list of things that are mentioned below: - A faithful and true Muslim -An Artist. -An Author. -A relief worker. -A Mother. - A Cook. (sort of) Perhaps I won't be ALL of them but I wish to be so. Some things are weird. But dreams are meant to be wild, they are supposed to seem weird. Right now I am lots of things. Here's a list of them: -A good Artist - A nice writer ( I think I am) - A sister. -A kid entertainer + babysit