Today we are happy to share not one, but two, featured young writers. Both are daughters of our very own Khadijah who works at Little Pickle Press as the Inside Sales Professional. Welcome these budding writers who wrote to tell us about learning when their big brother was safe.
How Sweet it Was to Learn that My Big Brother is Safe
By Maryam Bint Khalil, 8 years old
I am so happy that my brother is safe! I was so worried about him. For over a hundred days his village in Yemen was being attacked by people who wanted to take it over. He and his wife and children (who are my nephew and niece, isn’t that funny, because I am a kid?) could not get any food at all, or go to the doctor or anything. Mujaahid, my brother, was shot while he was praying in the masjid one day. Lots of his friends got killed. They were getting shot at and they could not get anything in, and they could not get out, not even the people who were sick or shot.
I have not seen him for a long time. The last time I saw him was when I was five. He didn’t even have Yasmeen yet, just Suhayb, who was one, and my little sister was newborn. That was three years ago. He is blonde and has blue eyes and is very, very kind and gentle.
I am so happy that he and his family are out of that village! As soon as I heard the news I could not stop bouncing. It was a beautiful moment. Just hearing the words that he was safe made me so happy! It was like a star lighting up in my heart. That feeling is never going to disappear, even though he is still in Yemen and we are here. When he visits it is like a million flower scents filling the air. In fact, it still makes me bounce just thinking about it!
I hope that he and his family come here to live on the farm with us. They could ride our horse, and milk our goats, and we could have a tea party with real tea and fancy cookies in Dani’s teapot and cups.
You simply can’t imagine how sweet the good news about Mujaahid made my life, and seeing him again would make it even sweeter!!
The Sweetness of Having My Big Brother Safe
By Nusaybah Bint Khalil, 13 years old
My heart sings every time I think of my big brother Mujaahid and that we may see him again.
The last time I saw my brother was about three years ago in Sana’a, Yemen. Whenever I think of him it brings back lots of memories.
The first one I remember was when I was about five years old. Mujaahid came one day with a surprise that delighted me! He was going to make brownies! I stood in the hallway and watched as he mixed and poured, talking all the while.
In the second one I was about six. Mujaahid appeared at the door and called me. I ran to him. He brought in my favorite black and white cat, Chip. I took him with joy and thanked him.
The last one I remember was the last time he stayed with us. He arrived with his wife and little boy. It was in Ramadhaan. We did a lot of fun things like shopping together and buying ice cream on the way home. I also remember once when the power went out. It was supper time. Mujaahid and my mother lit candles and we finished in peace.
I have immensely enjoyed and loved all of those times with him, and one of the sweetest things in the world would be to have him come live with us and make more memories.
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