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the park. (original)

“bees in the sky,

butterflies seem to fly.

wind in my hair,

as i smell the fresh air.

this seems like fun,

besides the scalding sun.

i wish i can stay until dark,

as i live my adventures in the park.”

-nida a. (circa 2013)

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Posted in corners of my mind., memories., nida's corner, poetry + stories.

wishes. (original)

‘at one, i wished for strength, as i took my first proper steps,

at two, i wished for my mother, as without her i had wept.

at three, i went to pre-school, and i wish i hadn’t cried even more,

then i wished for more intelligence, as i began to read at four.

 

at five, i wished for friendship, as i made many with such great bonds,

at six, i wished for pencils, as my love for writing was so strong.

at seven, i wished to meet iCarly, (i still haven’t up-to-date,)

and i wished for a better voice, as i learned my love for music at eight.

 

at nine, i wished to find my self-written book; something my teacher had lost,

at ten, i wished for wisdom, as a double-digit age i had just crossed.

at eleven, i wished for success, with class president already being swell,

and i wished to travel more, after experiences abroad at twelve.

 

at thirteen, i wished for acceptance, with clubs and musically,

at fourteen, i wished for more time spent with my university-bound brother (Ali).

at fifteen, i wished for nothing, i thought i saw everything that needed to be seen,

but then comes along my opportunity to wish  for something at sixteen.

 

so i wish for a better life and living condition for all those suffering,

and i want to make sure this happens soon, and without any buffering.

i wish for less heartache in the world, and although that is hard to do,

it begins with less greed, less lying, more selflessness and more truth.

 

i wish for happiness to those around me, since they have given me the same,

i wish to make friends and family proud, which continues to be my aim.

now in total, these may be a lot, but all wishes add up to one, for you see,

i’d wish you could help make all my wishes come true along with me.’

-nida a. (2017)

 

it was nice reflecting on the past for this. 🙂 as for the future, if you’re interested and want to help me out with something for real, and for more information as to what i’m talking about right now, check out my sixteenth wish here 🙂

4.6.17

 

Posted in corners of my mind., corners of the world., nida's corner, poetry + stories.

moi. (original)

“moi, je suis humaine,

une autre figure qui occupe la scène.

autour de moi, j’ai mes amis

ils sont comme une deuxième famille.

 

j’ai grandi avec ma famille première

mon papa, ma maman, et mon grand frère.

nous habitons sur une rue avec une petite maison,

entouré d’une communauté belle, sans raison.

 

les communautés se transforment en villes et villages

différents couleurs et cultures, comme des coquilles sur une plage

les océans sont entourés avec une centaine de pays

qui se sont placées en continents comme Europe et Asie

 

notre monde est une petite place, je vais être honnête,

car il y a plus que juste une ou même deux planètes

les étoiles dans le ciel, leur quantité est indéfinie

continuent à former de plus en plus de galaxies

 

quand il y a des temps ou je sens seule ou mal

je souviens qu’il y a plus autour de moi que les choses locales

même si je suis une figure qui occupe la scène,

moi, je suis juste une fille, dans notre univers pleine.”

-nida a. (circa 2015)

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Nida Ansari. (original)

Nida Ansari.

child of a father and mother; child of people who care for each other.

younger sibling of a patient brother; younger sibling of a beast like no other.

who loves making silly puns; who loves old Disney Channel re-runs.

who hates when things are left undone; who hates her flaws, even when told she has none.

who wishes upon a star; who wishes in life she goes very far.

who is scared of reality and the outcomes there are; who is scared that life will fade away like an old cigar.

who dreams of fluffy unicorns; who dreams of a world with no regrets or mourns.

who appreciates the roses, even with the thorns; who appreciates life as if it was just born.

who wants to be known; who never wants to be alone.

who lives in her own bones; who lives in a loving home.

who wants to live free; who wants to live in no way differently,

…but who is Nida Ansari?

-nida a. (2015)