Chris' Wonderland

Sweet home? Never heard of it?! I did not even know how to define "home" until I settled down. My childhood was not that miserable, but it always brought me a sense of pain for myself, for my mom. With my mom's hardwork, I was not scratched by the stiff stuffing protruding from the mattress when I was a child. Nether did I jumble together with my sisters with fleas leaping. That was because we did not have a mattress. We had only boards. Yet, I tended to fall down on the ground while sleeping. I did not tell my mom that. I did not tell my other four sisters who slept together with me, either. I thought it was a sign that I was anxious to seek for freedom when I was young. It was a symbol that I enjoyed being busy even in sleep. Yes. I always kept myself busy and searched something missing in my life. For that sake, I treated my home as an impersonal place. I did not think that my home was a sanctuary that deserved me to spend time staying in it although people kept sayin...

If you are a mom, you need to watch it. It helps you express what you have done. If you are not, you even need to watch it. And you will see how lucky you are! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uFYcmZEOvW4

This poem is introduced by my teacher, Sharon Fahn, who is teaching neurolinguistics this semester. She read this poem in a book "Half a Brain is enough." Not only does she love it, but I also do. Hope everyone can enjoy it, too. The Two Sided Man Much I owe to the lands that grew- More to the lives that fed- But most to Allah who gave me two Separate sides to my head. Much I reflect on the Good and the True In the faith beneath the sun But most upon Allah who gave me two Sides to my head, not one. I would go without shirt or shoe Friends tobacco or read, Sooner than lose for a minute the two Separate sides of my head.