Poem 1.

Remember

Really I do, I remember when I walked in.

Excited and scared.

My purple dress puffy at the bottom.

Earlier I thought of all my old friends. Would I make new ones?

Magenta dress, she popped out

Blissfully I walk up to her, we are friends

Exciting, Memorable, Imaginative And Loyal,

Really hoping when she thinks of me , she thinks of that.

   Poem 2.

What am I?

I sit there in front of the school.

Giving everyone drama , fun, and life.

I see them grow but,

my friends never stay.

They always go away. 🙁

I respect them, but do the respect me?

I am a tree.

I  have beautiful leaves !    

Why won’t  you love me?

Poem 3.

The Bus

Bouncing to the stop

The bus rumbles and rides by

What have I missed

Poem 4

Rumi Style

Your love of life is your love of fun.

No matter what!

Life is your boat, don’t let it sink.

Hold on to what you get.

And love it with your heart.

We did a bubble map of all the systems. I think that it went well because I got a lot done. I also did a lot at the start because I had a lot of ideas. Spelling got in the way because I had to keep trying to rewrite the word. Overall it went well.

We are Adham, Shamam, and Siad, the Manzil brothers! We are looking for a beautiful new home for a beautiful young couple, handsome Murad and stunning Phulan in Pakistan. Here are Phulan’s requirements:

• Close to the toba
• Has a spot to pray
• A big kitchen, where I can cook my paan
• At least an hour away from my family so I can visit them

These are Murad’s requirements:

• Extra land to tend the camels
• The home should be close to a trading spot
• Far away from civilization so I can relax in peace with my wife!

Here are the three houses we have expertly chosen to fit the couple’s requirements:

House #1

This is a colorful house! It is close to a toba and has perfect spot to go pray. It is also close to Phulan’s family.

Inside is a beautiful bedroom with sheets of silk. The kitchen is also very magnificent. It is big enough to cook 10 paans at a time! Don’t forget about Chapatis! You can cook those, too.

It costs: 8,509.22 Rs

House #2

A spacious mud house, only thirty minutes away from your own land. The home consists of one bathroom, two bedrooms, a kitchen, sitting room, huge toba and land. This home has a large master bedroom fit for three people and a sitting area by the window. There is a second bedroom for your future children which comes with a hammock and quilt. The bathroom is spacious, and allows you to move around in it. The sitting room is fit for the whole family, this opens up to the kitchen. The kitchen not big, but, it includes cooking supplies. This home comes with a guest bed outside, under a tree. This home has doors made out of bamboo and a includes cooking supplies in the kitchen. This house costs 6,500 rupees.

House #3:

A fine straw house a quarter of a mile from a toba. Very far from other residences, out in the open. Attached to the house is a small kitchen, a washroom, and a clay slab for prayer 5 times a day.The price is 4,300.20 rupees (Very reasonable compared to other houses in the area), and a grazing area for the camels completes this very useful house. If this house’s price is too much for your budget, trading 2 daughters for marriage is also an option! They must be beautiful and be able to have healthy sons.

Today was strange. I was out side when I spotted a camel trying to have birth. I ran to it with little knowledge and started tugging at his wobbly legs. He slowly came out,eventually I got Mithoo. Which was his new name! I was so scared because of the vultures as they pecked and the moms flesh. I would try to get rid of them by kicking, but they kept coming back. I do know that if the mom is dead Mithoo could not live.The mom had died right after I got Mithoo out.  She new there was no point in living, at least I think. The mom was wise to me, she new she had to keep breathing for her son. Poor mom eaten by vultures.

Quote: ” I name the baby camel Mithoo for the sweetness of his nature.”pg.20

Image site

6. a.m

Look at  the sidewalk

The lone leaf blows in the wind

Are we alone to

I wrote this poem because I wondered what it would be like to wake up and go out side at 6.a.m. I inferred that you would be all alone, so I worked that into a poem. I ｗｏｎｄｅｒ ｈｏｗ ｃｌｏｓｅ Ｉ  ｇｏｔ ｔｏ ｅｘｐｌａｉｎｉｎｇ ｓｏｍｅｏｎｅｓ ｅｘｐｅｒｉｅｎｃｅ． Ｉ ｔｈｉｎｋ ｔｈａｔ ｔｈｉｓ ａｌｓｏ ｒｅｐｒｅｓｅｎｔｓ ｓｏｌｉｔｕｄｅ ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ ｉｎ ｍｙ ｐｏｅｍ ｔｈｅｙ ａｒｅ ａｌｌ ａｌｏｎｅ．

I wish I was like my sister. She is like the sun and a human combine. If  I was her I would say I am Phulan. She does everything right! Whenever I see her, her hair shimmers in the wind. She is like Mama. How come I am not like Mama? I love Dadi, but he is not Mama, Mama has golden eyes. Dadi is normal like me. Phulan  is special, she looks like an angle. If I were like her for a day I would feel excellent. I would feel like the world ciculated around me, just once.

My quote: “Phulan looks like Mama tall and slender with golden eyes and fine features.” pg.29

Image site