MOHAMMAD SKATI


Mosa'Ab Is A Hard Number - Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

Somewhere on earth a newly born baby was born a boy called MOSA'AB eleven years ago in a summertime, bright, and beautiful day and opened his eyes to the new world bringing happiness to my sister and her husband. The stars and planets smiled and twinkled, the flowers and roses danced and bent their heads happily. His birth was a sign of joy and happiness. His coming was an omen sign to his parents who praised God too much. Surrounded by the family they wished all happiness and good health for him. The little boy grew up and days proved his parents's wishes that the boy is smart, clever, and having good manners except that he is a naughty boy. The beloved son brought his family pleasures and joy. In classroom always was the first in subjects and sports. He never wasted time, but always benefited from his time. Unique in his work and play and lovely in his attempts to bring classmates together. In maths, English, drawing,..., etc.. he always was the first. The lucky boy experienced the meaning of being a smart kid. His star is always high and so his cleverness. Now MOSA'AB is a hard number of being a good boy and an obedient kid.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

MOSA'AB, THE BELOVED SON OF HIS PARENTS, IS A UNIQUE BOY IN HIS LIFE.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 5, 2013


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