*&* At home *&*

I'm at home waiting, just waiting 

 the thing that i hate ever...but unfortunately 

I must wait ... 

My thinking is addressed to some things.. 

And all those things require a waiting 

Oh, yes waiting again that makes me crazy, no more than.. 

However i'm trying to write, to produce as i used.. 

The basic is not present..my WoRds i mean 

Because my brain is not here with me. 

But the words come soon, when i'm really ready 

When my Will is present ! 

Faiza, i need you ready, strong hopeful ! 

I'm really missing my school..especialy classmates 

Memories everywhere..pictures..remember 

At home, with my memories, beside me worries 

With a little of hope sometimes, with a lot of hope 

When my great brother is beside me 

That makes my days at home in a good way 

And still i keep saying: Alhamdulilah for everything ! 

Thanks my Allah !