Have you seen my childhood?
Long time ago,
I was a little girl-just like you
My life seemed so wonderful
without burden, without obligation,
Mom and dad seemed no bother,
when I spent most of time playing
with my sister, cousins and friends of my heart
In the spice island -as precious as the emerald,
The tropical country laid in the equator.
My sister, my cousins and my best friends
Let’s gather, then together played ‘CONGKLAK’
Set the board, get ready the small shell, stone or seed
Get as many shells as you can in your store board-
the biggest hole at the end of the board on your right side.
As we filled the holes in the board with the beads,
We filled the excitement and unforgettable memories in the hole of our heart too
……and time stood still
Until the sun set and the darkness came,
The way home was all we need to find
But recently….when I asked the children around me
Who is your best friend ever?
It come to my surprise that the answers
Were the computer, TV and games in hands.
And when they went to school
Teacher will said do your spelling, math and the writing
There’s no time to play cause it’s such a waste of time
Deep down in my heart I wondered and sighed,
Will the children of the future
have the abundance of free time just like I did?
When the playground, paddy-field and the meadow
Now is filled with the buildings and skyscrapers all around?
Deep down in my heart I wondered and hope
the rejoices of the heart,
the passion, the desire and the excitement of the play
Will never just be a history
and a wonderful memory to share
Muscat, 25 November 2011