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Noorah Omar

Children Stories Comedy Children


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Noorah Omar

Children Stories Comedy Children


Bread and Jam

Bread and Jam

3 mins 327 3 mins 327

It's Coffee time, noticed mom looking sick.

Brings ma coffee we both sit on the couch besides window of our living room. Mom you usually drink Tea why coffee today and for this week. Mom blinked as she seeps coffee that was at perfect heat. "Mom! I asked you". "Just, we usually drink tea, right? So coffee for a week in a month" mom managed somehow. Was acceptable but something hook me up. "See the sky it's about to rain" mom said. It's a topic change over, I gusse.

Mom you wanna tell me anything, I asked. Anne, you're a child behave and remember you're just 8 years old, mom warned. That keeps high in the peak doubts. I'm pleading mom to let it free. My hands pushed over with force and she brings her cup to the kitchen.


I saw something on her back. Mom! Mom! There's something on your back stay still. She screams in fear, she hate bugs. I go near and saw. It's a fresh stain. Mom, it's red stain are you bleeding somewhere? Mom runs into the door and shuts. I knock and knocking again. I'm about to cry. Mom! Open! What's going on. . . I literally yelled at the door alone. Half past seven at night she comes out hesitantly. Mom, are you alright. I noticed you're sick, and now it's bleeding. What is it mom. Why? I'm full of shock and doubts.


Mom hold me on shoulder. Sit me in the couch and said you'll come to know when you're about to 12 or 13. Can't feed my starving brain. I asked mom to tell at that moment. Mom brings me to the bathroom and shows something wrapped in newspaper was in the bin with bloody Kleenex.

Mom, can't get it. Tell me what's it. Takes her phone and opened a video. That describes something named mentueal cycle called period. Takes an hour to come to an end. That fed my starving brain cells and was finally get cleared after some clarification from my mom. I saw her in pain and remembered a video Blog that she showed me when I was seven which captured a birth of a baby (Sergey).


That moment I see mom as a strange figure and all my hates on her was wiped out. i decided that moment to obey momcs words. Kept seeing her face as she observs my reactions. I smile to her and get her kiss and hugs. What do you think? Mum is weak or powerful? No mom,women are strong enough. Mom, you used to ask me my wish, right?From now on, my wish to become is to shine in men's life around me.  Men like dad, bro, cousin, friends. . . I wanna light up their dark low thoughts mom. The door bell rings. Dad enters, hi darling and see me hi ma Princess. Hi daddy. . . You've bread and jam for a week, I said entering ma chamber. Mom laughing dad confused. The story ends to dad's knowledge about Anne today.


Good night, Sleep well.  


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