This was my pretty dream To have a pretty fishing rod To fish in the muddy water of Al-Batarni sea rock near Fares Zatta. My late dad promised to buy me The best fishing rod in town If I succeeded in my sixth class At that time long time ago. All my friends had their fishing Rods except me because of a lot Of things I don't want to say. The pretty fishing rod was my Pretty dream and was my pretty Passport into a new world of Fishing and the learning how to fish. Just a little dream was added to My pretty hobbies at that time. Days passed quickly and I passed My sixth grade into my seventh Grade which my dad fulfilled my wish. I had the prettiest fishing rod To fish in the muddy water near Fares Zatta. I loved my fishing rod which was Was my pretty passport into the World of fishing and success.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem