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Mariam: My second daughter
Thanks god for my second daughter Mariam June 12, 2010, a lovely girl as her old sister Rukayya, wish God protect them all and keep them healthy, happy, smart and be kind all the time.
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Give me one more chance
“I wanna drink water “ my daughter said after we all ready for sleep.
“sleep!” her mother order her as she already lie down and lazy to take her to drink water.
My daughter stand up on the bed and said :” Please, I beg you, give me one more chance…”
We all laugh and her mother get up…
Happy Ramadan
It has been long since I posted my last blog on blogspot, and that site is not opening in china mainland, So I still returned to My Space, much more “Stable”…
Today is the first day of Ramadan, the holy month of Islam, in which Muhammad (SAW) had started receiving the Holy Quran, and devoted to be in peace, friendship and the charity, all goodness in brief… Hope the peace for all Muslim and mankind lasts for ever.
My Doughter is just growing up
Last, when the first time when my doughter mentioned a name "Du Du" and I asked her who is that? and she told me it was a little dog,,, and yesterday evening when we are going out for dinner, she has mentioned another child (I did not remember the name) as a very poor who has no mother and father beside.
It is first time that my doughter mention someone else I do not know, and I feel first time she know something that I do not know, I’m feeling she is growing up and she will grow up too, she will learn even more thing beside my knowledge, will takes steps to the new world that we did not and that we do not know…
That what every child do when they grow up from the child to the yough to the adult, I just hope she is JUST FINE, WITH CORRECT RELIGION AND LOVE TO HES CREATOE- THE MIGHTY ALLAH !
”Sorry dad, I will not repeat that again!“
It was the time for the launch, as usual, i went to pray Dhohr, and on the way to the masjid, i met with daughter and i took her to the masjid as she likes to be with me while praying.
It was time to start prayer, we started, when it was the second rakat, she tried to shim on my neck, but she failed, after ruku, I found she had urinated just behind me, she recognized she had make something wrong, then went away, stayed in front of the washing room until I had completed my prayer. I went straight toward her as I was not happy, criticized her for her mistake, she went away as she was so shy, staying behind the door until I finished the cleaning the urine place while I was continuously criticizing her with loud voice and while she was claiming that I made her unhappy and she well cry…
After I finished the cleaning, I caught her hand, roughly, took her home, without shoes in her foots. she felt the ground was too hand to walk and ask me to hold her up, I did not agree, let her put on her shoes roughly, she start crying, loudly, her mother hear her voice and came out the door, I explain why I was angry, the blame also rokayya for her mistake and told her it is not correct and bad action to urinate inside the praying place.
The cold war between me and my daughter continued for a while until it was the time for her to sleep. on the bed, she wanted to watch some clips on my phone, but she knew I was not happy.
She just turned at to me :"Sorry dad, I will not repeat that again…"
Wow! She is so sweet, my doughier, her mother looker at me and smiled with surprise, I smiled, kissed on her face, "you are so smart",
It is just amazing, she is just over 2 and half, but she recognized what she should do after she done a mistake, I was excited, told her after the work finish, I will take you to anywhere you like to play and buy good clothes for you…
I did it as my promise, but just the People’s Park is off early, so, we did not have the chance to play there exept wandering for almost half and hour then took her to Super Market to buy some clothes and play in the children’s play ground.
2008 Night of Olympic
2008 night of Olympic, August 8, 2008, People’s Square, Zao zhuang, Shandong China. 8:00 PM
Diary
Feeling bored, feeling just like living only for living, spending days, months… just as the wind blows through on your face, just as the rain rains a day and became inexistent from the ground in the next under the sunshine… some are cold, some are hot, and some are…
baby is growing up, everything changing around myself, except myself but my age, feeling like stand still, as a stone or as the a tree, grows in the spring and drys up in the winter…
I feel myself, need a breakthrough, a breakthrough point that Leeds me to the what I interested, that rescues me from the boring life to some much meaningful…
Diary
"ni shi na li ren (where are you from in Chinese)?" — this is the question my daughter asking from me few months ago – a girl just 3 months past 2. No one of us trained her to say something like that and we we did not think it is proper time to tell her that we are from the far west and be here for better job and much freedom, and even we tell her she may not understand all of this.
did not wait until we get to realize what she mean (as it is so sudden), "wo shi xinjiang ren (I am from xinjiang)"–she continued. how she got that? actually, she is not from there, she was born here and grown up here, she has complete reason to be from here, but the people around her excluding her with their the most basic institutional feeling, she has the face of Uyghur, the beautiful face and the hair and the eyes. keep her distinguished, keep her special, and keep her excluded…
I knew what the most Chinese people think when they see us in the first eye on the streets or the public places, the amusement, the admire… and then the oddness faces when they got to know we are from XinJiang… what is wrong with xinjiang, no thing wrong with xinjiang. xinjiang is the richest province of china with its natural Oil, gas and mineral resources, bu the badness from the media, even from the education even in the universities, with the distortion of the reality, try to describe there as the poorest place in the china even so they had never been to there, to make people think it is poor place, with bad education, with the population of "Minority" nationalities as the way even the government calls for…
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