WHEN SUN RISES AGAIN

When Sun rises again, there comes a new day,
When Sun rises again, the dark night turns to shiny day,
When Sun rises again, the morning glory opens it petals,
When Sun rises again, the roaster starts it sound loudly,
When Sun rises again, the all living things get up from their long sleep,
When Sun rises again, the world get to be working again,
When Sun rises again in the west side, it sign of the 'end of world' is begin....

my family

Everyone one this world have a family including myself, I have a big number of people in my family. For my small family including my parents, brothers and sisters, we're all are 9. For big family including grandparents, uncle, aunt, nephew, niece, cousin and soon, we're all 9+3+4+5+6+4+5+3+6+6 together are 41people! how big isn't it? My lovely handsome father's name is BUKHARI BIN SHAARI and my beloved mother's name is MASNI BINTI OMAR. I have 3 brothers and three sisters accept me as the elders. below me, my sister's name is NORHIDAYAH SYAZWANI BINTI BUKHARI, she is 17 years old. next also sister named ADIBAH ANISAH BINTI BUKHARI. Next still the same my last sisters named SHAHIRA SHAHANIM BINTI BUKHARI. and then my first younger brother named MOHAMAD ADIB HAKIMI BIN BUKHARI. then also my brother named MOHAMAD ZARIMAN BIN BUKHARI. then the last one but maybe for a moment MOHAMAD IDHAM FAHMI BIN BUKHARI. So this is all of my small family member however it is not so small of numbers.

the irony is, the biger the family the more cheer we can feel it. this is truth, when we all together balik kampung, the most noisy sound in my grandparents house is from our members sometime as a cheer leader.

If I let you go

Day after day, time past away,
and I just get you off my mine,
nobody knows I hide it inside,
I keep on searching but I can’t fine,
the courage to show, to letting you,
I’ve never felt so much love before,
and once again I’m thinking about,
taking the easy way out,
but if I let you go,
I’ll never know, what my life would be,
holding you close to me,
will I ever see you smiling back at me,
how will I know if I let you go,
night after night I heard myself say,
why can’t this feeling just fade away,
there’s no one like you,
you speak to my heart, it’s such a shame,
we’re worlds apart,
I’m too shy to ask, I’m to proud to lose,
but sooner or later I got to chose,
and once again I thinking about,
taking the easy way out,
but if I let you go,
I will never know, what my life would be,
holding you close to me, will I ever see,
you smiling back at me,
how will I know, if I let you go,

When rain comes again...

The clear shiny clear day becomes so dark and cloudy.... Everyone started to get ready to get back to their homes and others tried to find a place to avoid from the rain.... The wind also becomes so strong until we can see many big tree are not steady with the blow of the wind... Many dry leafs are flying to any direction without any navigator.... The paddy field dancing together with the wind song, its so beautiful... This all show the almighty of the only one of our creation and the only one god that we should pray and show our greatfull, ALLAH swt....

When rain comes again...

my life as a ruksack.

I was born in a huge factory in texas. In the factory, i saw many people were working for made the same thing as my own body but with differences colours. My whole body was made by thick strong-brown cotton with two string for user to hold me at their back. The worker in the factory majority were old woman siting infront of the sewing machine and started to sewed all sources to made ruksack. The noisy sound from the huge machine made the condition in the factory never quite.
I had been put in a big box for delivered to the shops in the town. In the box, i saw many thing just like me. They were so happy because after we were delivered, our new life will begin with our owner. All of us were put in the lorry to be sent to the shop at the town. everyone was so happy and very excited with what all of us will be facing for.
In the journey, suddently the lorry stoped infront of a small-creative handy craft shop with a sign on it's door spelled "Mr.Smith Shop. The owner of the shop meet the driver of the deliver lorry to check wherever the thing that deliver was wright. Then the driver lift the boxes and put the box into the store. Mr.Smith then came to the store to see us, he check very carefully and take good care of all his stuff in the store.
When he came to our box he open it and he was curious when he saw us because he only think that what the ruksack will came is difference than it be... to be continued...