Jannah Muhammad

At the ripe age of six, I had fully blossomed my adventurous nature. From the supposedly calming living room to the enchanting nature that is outside, I was there in a flash to discover unknown wonders. Thus, I was awarded the title ‘Busy Bee’ by my family members. In one of my many journeys the one I never succeed was when I dared to go solo into the deep, uncut trenches that was the backyard, because my parents were tired from work and my sister was too old to play childish games with me, her words not mine. In those harsh winter fields, I was determined to climb the tall, gray, rusty pole like monster that was only there to taunt me. It’s red rusty eyes that matched it’s cracked and rotten teeth. It’s tall overbearing and lanky structure, trying to be as tall as the sky but foiled by the height of the power tree.