The gurgling noises of the pouring rain hitting the pavement outside almost matches my inner tears of sorrow as I sympathise with the needy people of the world. Everywhere I turn, I see organisations appealing for donations. I see NGOs, leaning on the sturdy shoulders of Ramadaan’s great blessings, “cashing in” on this time of the year. Continue reading
My grade 2 daughter’s first handmade book – written on her own. I’ve translated since the spelling isn’t so good at times. The un-coloured ones were late additions. Her previously published post is here.
Guest post by my daughter. Continue reading