Only Echoes [A Tribute to Aleppo]

When I shouted
It used to be the honk of a hundred cars  that would answer back
Or the shouting of merchants
Or the laughter of children

It used to be pine trees and palm trees and bushes all over
It used to be buildings
and bright clothes
and yellow lights over glinting floors

Now there is dust, always dust
It hangs over the air like the airplanes that drop the bombs
Now there are only soldiers
Or dying people
Or the dead
They litter the road where the bushes and the pines and the palms used to be

Now there is only nothing–
there are people
but there is no life

And now when I shout
Only echoes answer


Note: Everything that has been happening in Aleppo is heartbreaking. This is a response to the Daily Prompt Echo
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Ah, food.

Pause whatever you’re doing, and ask the person nearest you what they’re thinking about (call someone if you have to).

“Food.”

Ah, food.

Who doesn’t think about it? I mean, really. You may be super thin or super health conscious, but at one time or the other, we all think about those mouth watering substances—whatever they may be—that will soon find their way into our bellies.

Dinner just actually finished an hour ago, and since we had a guest come over, I am now contentedly stuffed. We had barbeque, chadolbagi, and shanghai lumpia. For dessert was s’mores, cake, and ice cream. That was a lot, now that I think about. But, yay! So, since I don’t have anything else to say, and since I still have the time, and since I’m guessing some of the words I just mentioned earlier sound perfectly foreign to you, let’s discuss the food!

Now that I look them over, you probably don’t need any details of barbeque, s’mores, cake, or ice cream, so let’s go to chadolbagi and shanghai lumpia.

Chadolbagi: We first discovered it when my sister started tutoring Korean students that were in our country. It’s like bacon, only thinner, and… I guess… healthier? Why do I say that? Well, according to my sister, chadolbagi uses fewer preservatives, and it’s eaten (usually) wrapped in lettuce leaves, with onions and other veggies, and dipped into sesame oil with salt and pepper. Blegh. I hope you understood that. I realize now how hard it is to describe food.

Shanghai Lumpia: It’s a Filipino cuisine. …. I think? Just checked google, and yes, it is. Hm. It’s ground meat, mixed with other ingredients (varies according to taste, my sister adds chopped onions and carrots), rolled in flour and fried! Again, I apologize with how sucky my descriptions are.

Ha. I did it. I would post pictures, but I’m still not sure on how I could credit them, and whether it would be alright to use them. Anybody wanna help me with that? 🙂

Prized Possession: Little Reader

Again, I was brought to shame when I read my latest blog–in which I had promised to update regularly. It’s a few months from then, and I haven’t kept that promise. “Promises are meant to be broken,” they say. And how true that is for me.

I’ve come across the daily prompt of wordpress earlier today, and something just sparked up. I remember reading that the best way to be a better writer is to keep writing something–anything–for a day, and since I’ve got a lot of dreams, I guess it’s time I follow that advice. But maybe every other day will do. Ha.

So, the question.

Describe an item you were incredibly attached to as a child. What became of it?

I’ve got six siblings, all of them one or two year apart from the other. I was the only one who grew up with no one to play with. I was born five years after my older sister, and my younger sister was born five years after me. By the time I was playing catch and hide and seek, my sister was too busy putting make-up, and my younger sister was too busy crying in her crib.

Hours were spent alone, obviously. I had to find a way to entertain myself. Only, now that I think about it, my entertainment didn’t come from toys (since I destroyed them all to quickly), or playmates (since I had none), but from books. What a little nerd I was. A cute one though, I have to say ;). I would spend hours flipping through encyclopedias of animals, or arts, or solving the kids puzzles in the math books. Sometimes, I also opened the Bible Story, and I often got frustrated when I realized the volumes 8 and 9 missing.

So! Yes. I was incredibly attached to books as a child, and yes, I was a bit of a nerd way back then. But I have to say I am very thankful for it.