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Talking about her problems at school doesn't come easy for Olivia so when she receives a diary on her sixteenth birthday, she may just have found an unlikely friend and confidant. Little by little, Olivia slowly learns to deal with her problems as she starts writing in her diary.Poems from BaghdadHussein AbbasPart oneBaghdad never awayI do, you doOur shareTow o'clock, knock, no openBaghdad never awayThey said she is getting old and gray The night darks her evenings and sway Tell them she's still young and virgin Death nights will end by dawn and rayHearts light has its men and coming way They don’t give up and gangers obey Tigress beach has smell of hope and next day Couples always dig their names on and sing Lovers will wait eagerly and love is their playDon’t tell they defeated, please don’t say Arabian nights is coming over and never leave Her sun has not sunk and never set away Let's do her make up and get her light No she pretty without and her face lit the way This poem has written for Baghdad and what she suffering from. It is still has life in it. I do, you doGet my blood and keep my familyGet my soul, don’t let me rollGet my wealth and focus on health Get my soul and save my call Get my body and back my lifeGet my word and play your role Get my faith and make it real Get my days and light my wayGet my sweat and give me houseGet my age and draw my day Get my best and do your best Get my flesh and let me ray Get my time , don’t let it foam Get my tomb and make it home This one for any person who got or will get any position in the Iraqi state to help the people and give them what they need and want. Our shareOur share is limited, our share is fairIt's done before, to spirit is made for Don’t hurry, don’t back, get it full Time is gold, joy and may be more Each has what deserve to do good So be good, not be bad, life is short Have no choice to come, nor to leaveGet your share in fair not in court Money comes and go, love stills in heart Love has no price, nor could buy Pocket sometimes empty, heart always full Fill it with love, make yourself high Think God every day to pave your way Say what to say, he judges your day About our share in this life , fate and destiny. Tow o'clock, knock, no openWhen it's got two o'clock, I'm waitingHis coming is near as the sunlightNot knocking on door, it's on my heart Legs are jumping, eyes eager to his sightWhat a toy, what a sweet in his bag His existence is the soul of our life Before other, before mother I hugCompete to get him before his wife But I was there when he is gone Someone blows him up and puts the light down All shout, no father, no hope, no moreMissing him bares life and darks my townThose who kill make me orphan and sad Steal my sweets, toys and lovely dad A child who was used to open home's door at two o'clock for his father. But his father was killed by violence in some explosion in Iraq.Pages of Little by Little :
