Sunday, February 5, 2012

The Coffee House

Reck was remembering the day he and his wife were expecting their first kid. It was a fine day when his wife was taken to the hospital. It was a day he had to shed tears of both sadness and happiness. He was sad to have his girl child born with many medical complications. A missing chromosome resulted in his daughter’s state.
But he was happy to see his child alive. He was happy to see his child come out fighting at an early stage.  He had promised to himself that day that he was going to protect his daughter in her fight.
“Reck,I need your help!” Jessie shouted.
Jessie, his wife, was all busy preparing for their daughter’s fifteenth birthday. This small family has been fighting together with the girl from the moment she was born.
Humami was in her wheelchair. At this age she should be shopping with her girlfriends, she should be talking to her mom about her crush at her school.
Though she couldn’t walk, she was happy that she could use her hands. Though she couldn’t help her parents, she was happy she could talk to them. This girl, she could count a number of blessings around her.
“We are going to celebrate your birthday somewhere else.” Reck said.
“Papa, I am so excited.”
The three of them got ready for the big day. As Reck drove the car, Jessie and Humami were singing. It was a perfect picture. But Reck and Jessie carried a heavy heart each day thinking about their girl. They have been teaching Humami about life, they have been giving her moral support. And on this birthday, they have thought of something for Humami’s future.
Reck parked his car outside a little coffee store. There was a board written “coffee house”.
“Happy  birthday!” Reck exclaimed.
The coffee house was the birthday present from Reck and Jessie. They have been preparing for this day.
As they went inside, Humami have already understood what this house was to her. She knew she was growing up. She knew her parents have not given up on her.
“I am a lucky child and I may even live longer than my parents. A day may come when Papa and Mama wouldn’t be with me anymore. This house, my future lies in it.” Humami thought.
“I am going to run a successful store”
“I like your spirit.”
“The world must be thinking that we people who are in wheelchairs can’t do anything. i may not become an engineer or a doctor, I may not rule the world. But I am going to definitely going to show the world a lot of things which can be done.”
Humami was  so matured for her age. And why wouldn’t she be. When the other kids of her age were playing peekaboo, she was fighting so many battles of life.
“Your father and I rightfully named you Humami”
Humami was named after “humam” which means brave in Arabic.
“I want to run my store in my own way. I want the many lots in wheelchairs to learn to believe. This coffee house, I want to run it together with those who are like me.”
Humami believed in herself and her potentials. And the world is not going to stop her from making her other comrades believe too.
Some years later, she is going to turn this coffee house to a house for her and her lot where they can dream and know their potentials.

Inspired from a true story....go ahead...inspire others as well!

Friday, February 3, 2012


I am someone who is useless and jobless. And most importantly,I am a drunkard. So everything I am writing right now may be just a piece of junk I do nothing but watch these women. Actually I am not watching them; I am making a research on how women can be so out of the world.  No hard feelings, this doesn’t necessarily apply to all women.
[This is a report made by a jobless person in search of a job.]
There is a class of woman struggling for the survival of the fittest in the WW.
[WW-Women War. I am trying to make this report look nice by making abbreviations.]
Unfortunately or I would rather say fortunately I belong to a family with this class.
I am making a useless note entry of their behavior in this so called “survival”. Every class has a Queen, the follower and the outcast. Its hilarious to tell you that my wife is an outcast. She is the one with a kind heart….or an abnormal heart. This naturally makes her an outcast. Or am I taking her side because she is my wife?! Well, God knows!
Firstly the queen,the one on the throne, the one  with money, the one with power,blah blah! She would be happy as long as her follower combs her hairs. She would be happier to get her feet washed. She would consider her follower “the follower” as long as she listens to her every word and every gossip with a reply “yes you are right as always”. Yes, the queen is always right!
Secondly the follower, she is the action spy.  She is the one who would supply the Queen with the world’s interesting gossips. She would search for every outcast and anything the outcast does is the hot topic. How loyal she can be….you never know because she is the spy…the action spy. When I set up my own detective team someday, I am going to hire her.
Thirdly the outcast, the outcast is always the outcast. She is the VVIP because if there is no outcast there will be no Queen and no follower.
Dang! I’ve been talking nonsense again. Every word a drunkard like me says is something the society tags with “crazy” and “waste-of-time-listening-to-him” attitude. Don’t take a word of this note.  I am bound to tell only the “non-truths” because I am I, a drunkard!
Let me sleep under this welcoming tree. Sleeping under it, I am taking part in their “survival of the fittest”.