tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2524452221334569032011-07-07T14:07:50.486-07:00speakfree3http://www.blogger.com/profile/07982715125356273125noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252445222133456903.post-16060800747594317762009-08-06T12:17:00.000-07:002009-08-06T12:26:51.744-07:00<em><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Beyond Memories</strong></span></em><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em></strong><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff9900;">I am Husna F</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffff00;">I am a faithful daughter </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ff33;">I see the generation of all the girls in my fathers family</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ffff;">I hear the laughter of my niece</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;">I wonder how my mother looked like in her teen years</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#6600cc;">I want to meet my relatives </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff99ff;">I can smell the delicious biryani that my chachi cooks</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9966;">I can imagine how my aunts used together in a circle and chat all day </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#33ff33;">I hope to be happy as brothers and sisters.</span></div><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em></strong><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/252445222133456903-1606080074759431776?l=clearminded3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speakfree3http://www.blogger.com/profile/07982715125356273125noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252445222133456903.post-34600808640545245052009-08-05T09:58:00.000-07:002009-08-05T11:59:00.869-07:00<div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">AFRICA</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left">The land where I never had imagined to visit.Never thought that I could ever feel the actual real world at my feet.Mozambique with its nature blossoming, detached from the "American Dream", TV, intenet, and the boredom of living in America. Then I felt like I can feel the earth is really alive, and I saw the beauty of the ocean because of the oceans clear, pure, clean water that reflected the clouds above. I felt like that Mozambique is my real home for me, my dad and my sisters.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/252445222133456903-3460080864054524505?l=clearminded3.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>speakfree3http://www.blogger.com/profile/07982715125356273125noreply@blogger.com