Little Ika smiled happy. She brought gifts for Mom a piece of paper from her teacher at Al Falah Mosque. "Mom, here it is!" she said proudly as she handed the sheet. "What is this Ika?" Mom asked, smiling receiving the sheet. "Teacher says it is for you Mom", she said, clinging spoiled while explain it briefly to Mom. She was not yet good at reading. Ika was satisfied that she had conveyed the sheet as her teacher asked. Mom was reading the contents of the paper seriously and saved it.
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"Mom, please buy chicken meat!" Ika asked reminded her mother. "Yes," Mom replied curtly. Ika wanted to eat fried chicken made by Mom tonight. She cannot resist to pictured it. Mom was the only person who could make the best fried chicken. Ika's tongue move slowly. Her saliva was ready assembled to accompany the warmly fried chicken.
This afternoon Ika would go shopping. "Come Ika! Are you ready?" asked Mom to make sure. Usually they were always together. "Daddy, also wanted to buy something," said Daddy. "Oh, Daddy also wants to go to the shop, let's go!" Mom cried. Ika overjoyed that she could go with Daddy and Mom. "May be Mom are going to these store; Penny, Lidl, Aldi or Netto," thought Ika. The shops were stores that generally exists in Berlin. "Where are we shopping, Ma?" Ika asked curiously. "We have to go to Penny first, there are Turkey's shop nearby, Euro Gida," said Mom decided.
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Monday, January 25, 2010
TWO BROTHERS
"Fikri, where's Fatih?" Mama asked. Mama felt weird that she had not seen his eldest son since Maghrib. "He's in the room," answered the questioned. "What's he doing? Why didn't he come out!" She inquired further. " I don't know," said Fikri flat.
This was a few days Mama felt something strange with Fatih's behaviour. Mama wanted to know what he was doing in the room. As a mother she wanted to make sure what change happened to the child. Fatih already entered the age of "teenee" alias teenagers. But Mama had to be careful also not be any in the room. Mama understood and wanted to keep his son's feelings.
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"Fikri, where's Fatih?" Mama asked, that night. Fikri just walk out of the room and felt that Mama asked too frequently. He began to change his attitudes. " Mama, why don't you see him yourself in the room?," Said Fikri lightly. Mama was so curious. She peeped into her son's room through the door that is not so closed enaugh. "Haah! I can't see through!" Mama whispered angrily to herself. Fatih position was closed to the computer on the table. Mama just caught sight of a half Fatih's body and legs lying on his bed.
This was a few days Mama felt something strange with Fatih's behaviour. Mama wanted to know what he was doing in the room. As a mother she wanted to make sure what change happened to the child. Fatih already entered the age of "teenee" alias teenagers. But Mama had to be careful also not be any in the room. Mama understood and wanted to keep his son's feelings.
***
"Fikri, where's Fatih?" Mama asked, that night. Fikri just walk out of the room and felt that Mama asked too frequently. He began to change his attitudes. " Mama, why don't you see him yourself in the room?," Said Fikri lightly. Mama was so curious. She peeped into her son's room through the door that is not so closed enaugh. "Haah! I can't see through!" Mama whispered angrily to herself. Fatih position was closed to the computer on the table. Mama just caught sight of a half Fatih's body and legs lying on his bed.
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