Monday, January 9, 2012

bil salama.

my last morning in libya, and the sky is so blue i want to cry. i want to break off a piece and stir it in my tea. take it home and put it on my dresser. give it to my father and tell him, "here, some libyan sky. it misses you. it says come home soon."

6 comments:

Laila said...

Awww.....I hope your father comes home soon too!

xoxoxo-
Laila
http://townhousepalette.blogspot.com/

Little Cielovers ( Nourie Annisa ) said...

hei writeaway....good' job

Paulina lata said...

Your posts are so poetic :)

Anonymous said...

Your writing is beautiful. It resonates deep within me. I look forward to more.

Anup Sadi said...

Very touchy.

Fairy network work from home - Butterfly Lullaby said...

Your writing is so beautiful, heart felt, and so sad. I feel for you. Have you thought about finding a publisher to publish your work? Keep writing! I wish I could offer you a ray of sunshine but I am in a mess myself at the moment. Nothing compared to you, so I feel very grateful right now.

You need to reach the hearts of the rich and try to ask them do they really need that designer bag? Or five flash cars? The answer is no of course they do not. You have such a gift to touch the hearts of others, keep writing and never stop dreaming!