Walking Memories

i miss my country,,,,the hot clear breath,,,,,
like an air blowing from  hell! truely :).....
but i miss it....
how hard is that,living alife you always didnt want for so long that when your finally not living it, you  find that this is the only thing you know.
and your too scared to live the dream,so not used to....no memories....
suddenly the rain ,the gift from heaven...what we love in my country has become an unliked habit.
a rain coat....umbrella wheneva am leaving...gloves.....snow
god am dreaming.
i just miss it.
my lovely mother.....so many times you scolded me....
few times you told me why am failure.....
and some few times i had been beaten by you :)
so many times you been pushing me for whats better
for all these times you stood by my bed when am sick.
for every pound you saved,to get me money for my college stuff,,,,so many needs
and you handled it all
my one great mother....for all the prayers you tell me everytime i call you....
i love you from the heart.
a stranger i was....a stranger i feel.....seeking home.