Every day is somebody's birthday

He was evil in appearance and he never wanted to try the goodness inside him.. his people kept writing him letters in order to facilitate the matter that suddenly came to complicate the way of seeing the true beauty , and he got their messages unwilling to put an end to that foolishness that entered his life.

She was a little child and she has not passed her 6th year.. she asked him for the first and the last time, " when is your birthday?" , and oh, as weird as shocking question was for him.

His tongue helped him to say nothing but " it's not your business.. and as well, I dont know".

"but it may be today"

After a while, a moment of contemplating, he was back to all his sweet memories, all the raindrops he ran under, and all the snowballs he made..

He remembered all the faces he met, all the advices he got and all the wisdom he missed to follow.

The first time he drove a car, the first time he felt lonley, the first time he loved, the first time he was loved and the first time he needed to scream.

That day was really his birthday..

It was not an immemorial past that made him forget his birthday.. it was a sight of some flat fruit that he had tasted some years ago.

If today was your birthday, let me say " happy birthday"

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The 31st of July, 00:00 ,a text message, " happy birthday" .. then.. another text..

04:20 am, other texts.. dad's one too..

4:20 am, the exact time when i was born, 17 years ago, when the sun was ready to come up, and then a decision to send its first ray, i came to the world, and i was named.. Shams..

In the morning, my sisters insisted that they prepare the room for the party.. we really wanted a little bit of happiness and hope..

I myself baked the cake, biscuit, and iraqi kubba, surely with juice and songs.. I was afraid in the beginning, but my brother kept encouraging me.. Panther, thanks so much..

My cousin -who came from Baghdad to share us our days- kept clapping with tears for how little girls can create optimism and love...

While i was about to blow the candles, S, a new dear friend sent me a text and reminded me to make a wish.. my thoughts were random, but it was the true time to get the renewal, the survival and the grandiose feelings..

Everyone liked to enjoy the spirit of the party.. we called our parernts and on the phone , dad kept singing " happy birthday to you.. happy birthday to you.."

I felt so happy, so extremely happy..

Mom, your time to say hello for your teenage daughter, your time to realize that she will NEVER let you down, she will always take you her highest model for you were not only a true mom, a true sister, a true daughter and a great respectful professor.. mom, your story will surely be told, and your emotions will surely be spread.. peace..

Something high keeps smiling for my days and surely for yours..

The smell of tomorrow diffuses for how everything can be DONE and how beautifully the Shams (=the Sun) can hang down upon us to warm our days and all our lives..

With nice breeze , white very few clouds and flowers all around, could you imagine the scene?

Sandybelle