I remember those days....

 I remember the days which my mom was saying that life is beautiful    
 I remember the days that my father was working so hard under the hot and burning sun and days of summer but he was not caring about it, what he was caring about was me and my mother and family.

Our life was really simple and joyful.                         
I remember when my mother was punishing me because i had stolen a small piece of bread from the home. life was really beautiful and joyful those days  we had many sheep, goats.Our farm was perfect. Early in the morning  

my mother was bringing 
hot and fresh milk for the breakfast.                            
My father was going to clean the animals trough.

we had lots of good sheep,                                                                                                                            I had a small sheep, i liked it a lot.

In the hot days of summer
it was my job to take my sheep to the river 
and clean it everyday,

I liked doing this job.

I remember the days
which I and other boys were swimming in the river 

and they were hiding my cloths somewhere
so that i had to wait up to night and could not go to home
because my mother would punish me.

and I remember that my mother was coming to the river
because boys had said her about my cloths, 

and i was hiding under the trees
because she was punishing me so hard.

I remember those days that we were not thinking about life 
but we were living happily.

I remember those days that life was simple and more joyful.

I remember those days.....

Nasim Sahel