8th grade was the worst year of my life emotionally. It felt like I had gone from on top of the world to the bottom of the barrel being stepped on by every living creature imaginable. I was a wreck...but I couldn't let anyone see that. But then again, they never asked. My parents told... Continue Reading →
....Victory. Death becomes her victory... that's what happened when my mother passed on this day 2 years ago. Her death was not sorrowful, it was purposed, and I think she knew it. As I'm sitting now at my Godfathers funeral, I hear everyone talk about how great of a man he was and while I... Continue Reading →
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again Back in the daysAhmad -... Continue Reading →
