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The Cradle

Grandpa fashioned the wooden cradle by hand and painted it Barn Red. I remember that afternoon; his hands set the cradle onto the linoleum floor. My small hands reached forth, rocked the cradle. 450 more words


I just finished rewatching A Little Bit of HeavenI remember being sad the first time I watched it, but this time I cried like a baby. 343 more words


You Can't Always Get What You Want

Today is Mick Jagger’s birthday. July 26th. A day I always remember since I grew up loving & idolizing him. I fell in love with his music at a very early age, since my sister was always playing her Stones albums. 309 more words


Rangent: Rabble, Rabble, Hospital Conditions

I know I’ve been on a few rants lately, but bear with me.

Yesterday started out looking like every other day. I did some shopping, because that’s what you do when you have other things to do. 367 more words


To Dada (Grandfather)

Dear Dada,

It’s been four years since you left us and I have never been able to thank you for everything that you’ve done for me, from delivering the adhaan (call to prayer) in my ear to teaching me the Quran. 276 more words


Missing His Love

wishing I could journey away
back to those childish days
when ice cream was a simple solution
and a grandfatherly pat grants absolution