How It looks...
It looks like a dream,
Or like a paper ream,
Arranged and packaged,
To prevent it from being damaged.
Sometimes glitters,
Sometimes sweet,
Sometimes occurs sequentially,
And sometimes happens haphazardly.
Success; Great and lovely,
That's how it looks,
Like a shiny cone,
Improvised from a single rope.
Saturday, 28 April 2018
KEEP ON DREAMING AND HOPING... ZMM
KEEP ON DREAMING AND HOPING...
A bright smiling face,
Entrapped in a race,
In happiness and sorrow,
Deep in her bone marrow,
She feels the pains,
In the stress she encounters,
Yet she strives hardly,
To conquer all its rigor,
A great future she tries to build,
As each second moves,
She is a dreamer, a hoper and survivor.
In her, I sight capabilities,
In her, I admire creativity,
In her, I forsight success,
And in her, I see a dream fulfiled.
Keep on dreaming and hoping,
And like the toss of a coin,
Life will become easy again.
Air you shall breathe,
With comfort and ease,
Being depressed you shall forgo totally,
Like patients who got Alzheimer's disease,
Keep on struggling,
And one day,a great Doctor you shall become.
For: Fatima Muhammad Sani (Neerah)
ZMM
A bright smiling face,
Entrapped in a race,
In happiness and sorrow,
Deep in her bone marrow,
She feels the pains,
In the stress she encounters,
Yet she strives hardly,
To conquer all its rigor,
A great future she tries to build,
As each second moves,
She is a dreamer, a hoper and survivor.
In her, I sight capabilities,
In her, I admire creativity,
In her, I forsight success,
And in her, I see a dream fulfiled.
Keep on dreaming and hoping,
And like the toss of a coin,
Life will become easy again.
Air you shall breathe,
With comfort and ease,
Being depressed you shall forgo totally,
Like patients who got Alzheimer's disease,
Keep on struggling,
And one day,a great Doctor you shall become.
For: Fatima Muhammad Sani (Neerah)
ZMM
I'M A DREAMER,A HOPER AND A SURVIVOR - FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI
I'M A DREAMER,A HOPER AND A SURVIVOR
I was told that I wouldn't make it because of my illness an uncountable times by several people including those that were supposed to encourage me that I can make it, there were those that didn't say it but believed I wouldn't make it with their actions. The hopeless and weakest version of me was created,a depressed girl I became. But I made it at the end, and what helped me was my dream,the dream I was born with,the dream that is part of me, a dream to be a doctor,to be a successful woman in the future no matter who I am or the circumstances surrounding me, no matter the number of people doubting my abilities,with my illness or not,me breathing easily or not.
Yes,I cried,I was depressed,I hated my condition,I hated the new life I got but that didn't break me down,it made me a strong person,stronger in a way that I've never thought I'll be. It painted my dreams with new colours that I've never seen,it created hope in me. It sewed a dress of courage,confidence and hope for me,and I wear that dress every time and to everywhere because that's what keeps me moving without giving up. It made me a person that people look up to as an example of not giving up,as an example of miracle existing,as a example of anything can be possible,as an example that God is indeed merciful. It changed my life both positively and negatively but I don't care which one's more, all I know is that it helped me discover the real me,the struggler I am,a struggler for oxygen and success.
I'll continue the way I am,I've accepted the life I've been given because I can't change it,it's who I am destined to be,but I can decide what to do with it,to make it positive and enjoy it or to sit down and watch people enjoy theirs. I've chosen the first,I'll strive till my last breath to make my dreams come true. I'll let myself shine because I don't need a glitter,I am the glitter myself. I'm a dreamer,a hoper and a survivor.
FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI
I was told that I wouldn't make it because of my illness an uncountable times by several people including those that were supposed to encourage me that I can make it, there were those that didn't say it but believed I wouldn't make it with their actions. The hopeless and weakest version of me was created,a depressed girl I became. But I made it at the end, and what helped me was my dream,the dream I was born with,the dream that is part of me, a dream to be a doctor,to be a successful woman in the future no matter who I am or the circumstances surrounding me, no matter the number of people doubting my abilities,with my illness or not,me breathing easily or not.
Yes,I cried,I was depressed,I hated my condition,I hated the new life I got but that didn't break me down,it made me a strong person,stronger in a way that I've never thought I'll be. It painted my dreams with new colours that I've never seen,it created hope in me. It sewed a dress of courage,confidence and hope for me,and I wear that dress every time and to everywhere because that's what keeps me moving without giving up. It made me a person that people look up to as an example of not giving up,as an example of miracle existing,as a example of anything can be possible,as an example that God is indeed merciful. It changed my life both positively and negatively but I don't care which one's more, all I know is that it helped me discover the real me,the struggler I am,a struggler for oxygen and success.
I'll continue the way I am,I've accepted the life I've been given because I can't change it,it's who I am destined to be,but I can decide what to do with it,to make it positive and enjoy it or to sit down and watch people enjoy theirs. I've chosen the first,I'll strive till my last breath to make my dreams come true. I'll let myself shine because I don't need a glitter,I am the glitter myself. I'm a dreamer,a hoper and a survivor.
FATIMA MUHAMMAD SANI
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