The Locket....
"Take it Bilal. It's yours". Those were the last words my sister said to me at the
airport. It was a small bag; I didn't know what was inside it. She just told me to open it in
"Amreka". When I was in the airplane, I was curious what was inside the small bag, Then I
said, "I'll wait till I reach America".
After the airplane landed, I decided to open the little bag , When I opened it, I saw a
letter and a little gold thing. First, I read the letter. It said, "This may help you to get the
directions if you get lost", then I picked up the little gold thing. It was a locket, when I
opened it, I saw a compass on one side and a picture of my mother on the other side. I
held it to my chest and cried for a moment. On that day when I went to sleep, I put it
under my pillow, and since that day I couldn't sleep without the locket.
This locket means a lot to me. It's a gift from my sister. Furthermore, it contains my
mother's picture; when I face any obstacle, I look at my mother's picture and imagine her
in this situation, what she would do and I do the same. This locket is always in my
pocket, also it has its place in my heart.
BILAL ABUZENAH