About Life, Parenting, Poems by me

A Poem To Dad

Today, I dedicate a special poem to you my Dad! Because it is too emotional and it reflects a painful truth, I was a bit hesitant about posting it. At the same time, I cannot but honor the man who went out of his way just to make his family live a life where they had everything they asked for. Father’s Day presented me with this occasion where I grabbed my chance to voice his attritubes to the world and simply glorify his presence amongst us!

No matter what life brings along,

To me you are still a hero and strong.

You defy your sickness and disease,

As you’ll always be the one with expertise!

I have always looked up to you with admiration,

You as the leader, back in Badanah station.

Filled with life and goodness,

Served and healed patients with sureness.

Your generosity was devoured by everyone,

From the nearest people and as far as the sun.

Everyone looked up to you –

Some with envy and some with abjure!

Some even took advantage of that,

Though you knew, and forgave with all your heart.

I have always felt proud and fiery,

To have you and call you my daddy…

The distances between us have formed a gap –

Me with my busy life and you stuck in a trap.

It breaks my heart to be far away,

Alas! I wish there was a better way…

Like you, one day we will age too

There is nothing that we could do.

So I feel lost and at dismay

As the months drift away.

This morning I clasped my hands,

And dreamt of far away lands:

Lands of pure Love, Health, and Peace,

A place where we could all just be…

On father’s day I write to you,

Not only to say that I love you,

But to give you strength and conviction,

To brighten your day with glorification.

Parenting, Poems by me, special occasions

A Toast to Every First

With her first child, a mom gets to experience every first for the very first time; the first contraction, the first labor encounter, the first overwhelming love, the first sickness, the first solid food trial, the first tooth appearance, the first step taken, the first birthday celebration, the first day of school separation, and the list continues.

With every new first, there is a mix of feelings. Feelings of happiness, and excitement or feelings of uncertainty, fear, and worry. No matter what the circumstances are, these emotions stay unique because they will always be the beginning of a new challenge in motherhood.

Last night, my eldest traveled on his first school trip. For this special event in his life, and in mine, I dedicate these lines for him.

Here is a toast for another first in my life as a mom;

Where did the time go?

You were my baby just a few years ago!

But you have grown very fast,

And those days are now part of our past!

There you are on your first trip alone,

With ease, you move away from my comfort zone!

But my heart is filled with joy

For you my darling, my big boy!

I am so proud of you,

And all the amazing things you will do!

Travel, learn, and enjoy your time,

Escalate any mountain you need to climb!

Explore, examine and rejoice

Let the world hear your voice!

This first school voyage is for you to keep,

Memories of friendships that are genuinely deep!

I love you with all my heart,

I pray for your safety as we part!

Son, have a safe flight,

God’s with you with all His might!

Until we have you back in a week,

I give you endless kisses on every cheek!

Love, Mom

About Life, Parenting, Poems by me

To Moms of Boys and Girls

Today’s mother’s day post is dedicated to moms of boys and girls alike. Since we need to empower both genders and guide them towards the right direction, it is our duty as mothers to work on building a strong foundation for each. For humanity to survive we need to pass this message over to the coming generations. So here you go;

On mother’s day I address this to you

To moms of boys and girls too.

We need to empower them both

With calmness and maturity throughout their growth.

A mom can teach her son about appreciation and respect

And how women view things in a wide aspect.

She can help him realise and understand,

That a woman is his helping hand.

She can befriend him and make him aware,

That with compassion, understanding and care,

He can build a solid ground –

And true love can be found.

A girl can learn about patience and poise.

To be able to face life and its toils.

From her mother she can attain

Dedication, persistence and overcome any pain.

Along with him she can grow,

And hand in hand they will both glow.

She would share her dreams along

As they dance to their favorite song.

Hand in hand they will empower

Their strengths and stamina to bloom like a flower…

After all one could not do without the other…

Men and women do complete and compliment each other.

So to the dear moms out there,

It is our duty and under our care

That we raise harmony between him and her.

Teach them to accept and analyse,

Not to look at the other with despise.

Have them support each other’s welfare,

In order to maintain a healthy affair

And make their adult life become smoother.

We would also serve the generations that follow,

By raising children who are confident and not shallow.

That is why to really celebrate today,

We should stop and not only pray!

But we need to be present,

And guide them through,

Trust me, there is a lot that we can do…

We need to practice honesty and explain,

How life could be a serious game;

If played well, they will both gain –

And if not, the future would never be the same!

Poems by me

I Have a Brother

I have a brother whom you might know

With a free spirit and an endless glow.

He walks the valleys from every side,

Up the mountain and down the glide.

In nature, he can soundly reside

Making it his home worldwide…

He ponders not on the past

Or think of how long something will last.

He cares less for what might come

Or what will change and become,

That is how he thrives in life – at its full

While sprinkling light with a generous handful.

Fear has no place in his heart

Even when things do fall apart.

His attributes come in heeps

Crashing the demon who speechlessly sleeps!

Selfless, helpful, lofty and sage

He can dissolve out any furious rage!

He is my mentor and my guide

Following me with every stride,

Ever since we were young

Making me tough, resilient and strong.

Years back, he taught me how to ride a bike

Taking me on an adventurous hike.

He even made me drive his cars,

Breaking down any worthless bars!

He made me experience life

And how to overcome any strife!

With him I shared any acute pain,

And learned all about being sage or sane!

His intellectual sparkle makes you enjoy

The presence and the moment of joy.

His vibrant energy pushes you to discover,

Your inner self and your own hidden power.

With my children he regularly connects

Showing them life in different aspects.

For him their admiration and love

Grow stronger and evolve.

He simply sets them free

To explore, experiment and forget the Me!

His presence amongst us is a true bless

As he easily untangles any chaotic mess.

People all over admirably chant his name

But he’s already out of this world and its social game…

I have a brother whom you might know,

Gleaming above the clouds with such an owe!

Poems by me

My Faith

Out in the river I could see

Golden light shimmering with glea,

I held my breath and gazed

With this beauty I was amazed.

Nature is so perfect, so pure

It is my harmony, my silence, my cure

And if you listen carefully,

That silence is so godly.

The flawless light led me through

Preparing me to what is True!

Suddenly, it carried me in midair,

Making me aware

And opening my eyes,

Just to make me observe and realise,

That things change, and people leave

What remains is what you believe;

Faith, my ultimate weapon,

Is my guard, my armor, where I could summon;

Hope,

That secures me like a rope.

Strength and Power,

To face misfortunes of the hour.

Comfort and Peace,

Where my trust continues to increase.

Yet holding evenly to Faith is dense and hard on my soul,

As if I’m carrying hot burning charcoal.

As I am human after all,

And many are the times when I do fall.

Yes, I am far from perfect or supreme

I do have my sins, my guilt and misdeeds!

I sometimes feel weak and broken in two,

I get shattered not knowing what to do.

Sometimes I am hopeless and forlorn.

Poisonous anger pricking inside me like thorn…

Other times I feel empty and bare

Leaving me shiver with despair.

Oh that ego and its own bitter self

It just takes me away from the real Wealth…

But then I remember that perfect Light,

So I pull myself up tight.

Dwelling in that Faith of mine

Making it again my shrine.

It is then that I regain my serenity

And feel the One and His joyful unity!

I do pray that I honestly and deliberately…

deserve that ultimate Tranquility.

Rania Hussant

Oct. 2017

Poems by me

The Teenage Life

I’m so into poetry these days, as I feel the need to express my real emotions through it.

It is my way of dealing with the many changes we are currently experiencing.
Check my poem “The Teen-Age Life” which is dedicated to my eldest who is almost a teenager and to every parent who has one!

He has grown a lot

He is almost a teen!

He sometimes burns hot

And tries to be mean.

But his heart is made of gold

And with a warm hug,

Everything can be solved.

Those years are tough,

Life for him is rough.

He thinks he is now a man

Acting so wise and cool,

But suddenly he is no longer a fan

And he wants to rule!

His hormones vaulting up and down

At one instant making him smile, then frown –

Laugh, cry, shout, or scream

Sometimes I do wish it were a dream!

Shattered orders he gets,

Sometimes a behaviour he regrets.

But his mindset is out of hand

He needs us to understand.

Love, affection to provide

Support, patience and empathy is our guide.

Those years are heavily dense

But it is up to us to make it less tense.

As we dig deep and understand,

Teenagers need a helping hand.

Full of physical, emotional and mental change

Oh my, what a delicate stage!

Wrapped up in a separate world,

Communication seems to be absurd!

What adolescents really need,

Is some freedom to heed.

They’ll eventually learn from every mistake,

And consider what actions to take.

Difficult as it might be,

I have to learn to let go and see.

How that little human of mine,

Will grow and mature and just be fine!

Poems by me

Fall; the Rejuvenating Season

Whenever October beautifully and slowly folds in, I reminisce over the allure season and its warm colors.

To me, Fall reflects a reality of change and modification. One day, like those Autumn leaves, we will set off and leave to a journey elsewhere. To that, I celebrate this Truth through the poem below;

Brown, orange and red

Each leaf drops down dead.

Yet, there is beauty in that

Highlighting the fact

That at one point any entity comes to an end –

Yes, that is the main message I send!

Dried leaves crush under my feet

Making music down the street.

Mellowed richness gather by the side

Saying good bye to my stride.

They don’t quit, they just leave

To another life, they believe!

Crispy cool air brushes at my cheeks,

Then, from a tree a squirrel peaks,

Longing for this season to arrive

As it hops, looks around, and hive.

The first smells of the fireplace,

In my nostrils, leave wood trace.

The crimson and scarlet colors

Scatter all over like feathers.

Keeping me warm as I walk

Making me unable to talk.

Pumpkins, acorns, berries, and corn

Honeyed meadows are born.

Wearing a burgundy scarf and a golden crown

Nature astounds me with its gypsy gown.

With every leaf fluttering to the ground

My heavy burdens are released and drowned.

It’s at this time of the year

I feel I have nothing to fear.

Like the balanced day and night

The good equals the evil on the inside.

Making me assess my soul,

Asking where I’m heading

And what is my goal?

The impermanence of life can be seen

Felt and absorbed with a mind so keen.

Let the darkness inside settle still

Until it frosts to a complete chill.

Give the Light the time to grow

Work on oneself before you go.

It’s true that every phase will soon be gone,

But a soul is constantly on the run.

Floating and twirling in many a form,

Thirsty for that bright Truth to swarm.

Filled with hope I float along,

In this caramelized paradise where I belong.

Feeling happy and in peace,

All my agony has been released!

Autumn, life with you is just a start

A beginning of a new cycle, there is no doubt!

Because when one existence says adieu

A new one blooms in another milieu.

Rania Hussant

October 1, 2017

P.S.: These pictures were taken twelve years ago when I used to live in France.