The Star of My Life

The Star of My Life

           When she was born five years ago, the sky has become more beautiful than ever because it has a newborn star called Hala. My niece, Hala, is the first granddaughter that my mother and father have. As a star, Hala fascinates me with her sweet, gentle, and calm light that shines on me and on those who admire beauty. Just like watching the stars, I feel happy by staring at her cute small face and her big pretty eyes. When she gets excited about something, she amazes everyone, in my family, with her sparkling eyes and her speechless and priceless face. Listening to her angelic voice, calling me “Uncle Saleh” gives me a feeling of pure happiness. This happiness mixes with a feeling of pride that I have a wonderful niece. My family treats Hala like a sweet candy, which is by the way the meaning of her name in Arabic, and therefore, they enjoy playing with her, singing to her, hugging her and kissing her all the time. Hala‘s light joins us together by pointing always to the love and the mercy that every family searches for in their sky; indeed, she is the Polaris. Another thing I love in that little star is her kindness soul. Her kindness appears when I see her taking care of her little newborn brother. Last thing that I love in Hala is her way of showing love; when I enter the house, she runs toward me cheering and yelling until she is close to me. Then, she gives me the biggest hug that her small body can afford to do. At that moment, I feel I have been blessed by the stars.
          I wish her happiness. I pray that she always keeps twinkling in the sky to remind me and her loved ones of the beauty that we forget sometime in life.