Cherries - Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

Salem - my little brother - loved Cherries and He used to call them earrings because In reality, They look like earrings... He was a little kid at that time and he was Standing on the sofa's edge existed in the Sitting room as we used to call it... He looked down where most of his body dangled outside the sitting room towards the Alley... He called: ' Earrings! Earrings! Suddenly I felt that he fell as if a piece of a rug fell fro a top... I yelled loudly: ' Salem fell! Salem fell! All heard me and they got frozen in their Places except me and my late dad, He was on the ground and Not a single drop of blood came out of him Although the distance between the window and The ground was more then ten meters or more, It's God's providence! Any hardship will not end man's if unless God wishes him to die! My dad picked him in his blue VW driving it so fast to the hospital, We all arrived in there, The doctor told my dad that God is the only One who will take care of him, Days passed and Salem went back to normal after danger left.. Salem is doing good now and he is still eating cherries.

Topic(s) of this poem: life

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 3, 2014

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