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LITTLE FAIRY ARTWORKS = )
 * = =MEM BERS OF THE GROUP = ||= =TOPICS = ||= =LIST OF ARTWORKS = ||
 * = **Farahiya Zalikha Binti Zakaria ** ||= **Theme (2) ** ||= ==='Enough' === ||
 * = **Hawa Marini Binti Salim ** ||= **Setting (2) ** ||= ==='Waiting for Rain' === ||
 * = **Nur Kamariah Binti Abdul Rajak ** ||= **Plot (3) ** ||= <span style="color: #00ff00; display: block; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode','Lucida Grande',sans-serif; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">**'Memories'** ||
 * = **<span style="color: #00b0ff; display: block; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode','Lucida Grande',sans-serif; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">Nur Fitriyah Binti Asqalany ** ||= **<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode','Lucida Grande',sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">Point Of View (3) ** ||= ===<span style="color: #00ff00; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode','Lucida Grande',sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">'My Childhood' === ||
 * = **<span style="color: #00b0ff; display: block; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode','Lucida Grande',sans-serif; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">Nurul Syuhada Binti Khalid ** ||= **<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode','Lucida Grande',sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">Tone & Style (2) ** ||= ===<span style="color: #00ff00; display: block; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode','Lucida Grande',sans-serif; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">'Hope' === ||
 * = **<span style="color: #00b0ff; display: block; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode','Lucida Grande',sans-serif; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">Nur Amira Binti Abu Kassim ** ||= **<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode','Lucida Grande',sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">Characters (2) ** ||= ===**<span style="color: #00ff00; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode','Lucida Grande',sans-serif; font-size: 120%;">'Goddess' **=== ||





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__<span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">//<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 130%;">** Enough <span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 90%;">By Farahiya Zalikha ** // __<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 117%;"> =====

<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 120%;">//<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">**<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">I am restless, ** // //<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">**<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">For being all time the black and cursed, ** // //<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">**<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">Whether it’s not enough or is it in vain, ** // //<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">**<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">Unknowingly I’ve pushed my effort to gain, ** // //<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">**<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">Until inside it strains, rotten half… ** // //<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">**<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">For pleasing surrounded, not getting loose, ** // //<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">**<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">And still I thought it’s enough, ** // //<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">**<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">When it’s not even close. ** //

//<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">**<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 120%;">On the day I disgust someone, ** // <span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 120%;">//<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">**<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">I collect the favours she had done, ** // //<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">**<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">When her decency doesn’t enough beating wickedness, ** // //<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">**<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">Only then I’ve the right for my abhorrence. ** // //<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">**<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">

<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 120%;">How not others be the same? ** // <span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 120%;">//<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">**<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">No, straightly they find claims for their sane, ** // //<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">**<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">Rather than counting my humanity, ** // //<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">**<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">Don’t they feel it’s enough already? ** //

<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;"> //**<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 120%;">Stop giving me what others did, **// //**<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 120%;"><span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">Because I’ve enough of it, Not that I intend to be sickened in others’ eyes, Though they sickened me in an unfairly portion, But mercy me for a little space at times, Free from unending stupid nonsense judgment!

Judge your heart before being wise for others, That’s the better path to thoughtfulness, I’ve enough of you and other claimers, What do you all know about my soreness?

Blaming which you thought a brilliant protest, Didn’t they remind you enough, They were a foolish choice once? In fact at this time, They have chosen themselves, Again, to be the weakest ones.

If silence is the choice, never think to sound, If confess is fine, never tight your mouth, Why trying both proving I should kneel down? Pretentious innocence still isn’t enough? **//



===__**//<span style="color: #804500; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 132%;">Waiting for Rain <span style="color: #804500; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 120%;"> by Hawa Marini //**__<span style="color: #804500; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 120%;"> ===





== __<span style="color: #ffa700; font-family: Georgia,serif;">**<span style="color: #ffc600; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 110%;">//Memories// ** //**<span style="color: #ffc600; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">by Nur Kamariah **// __<span style="color: #ffc600; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif;">  ==

<span style="color: #ff9200; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 110%;">//I was 7, she was 40// //We were holding hands for my first day of school// //I was scared but I wasn’t crying// //For I know she will always there watching.//

//I was 12, she was 45// //I showed her the flying colours result of mine// //She hugged me, and to my surprise// //She cried, of joy I guess.//

//I was 13, she was 46// //I was home when I realized her car is nowhere to be seen// //My question was answered; she fell down the stairs in her office// //And was brought to the emergency room immediately// //Oh! That is the news I wasn’t really expected to hear.// //I visited her in the hospital later that night// //Looking a little pale but still a smile on her face even she knew she is sick// //Poor thing, god please gives her the strength to live.//

//I was 15, she was 48// //Her sickness has getting worse// //I can’t bear seeing her like this// //I can hear her heart is crying, she can’t bear the pain// //No, I can’t bear seeing her like this// //I hope the pain could stop torturing her// //Eventually it does.//



//Now, not even a day I spent without thinking about her// //The sickness, the Cancer has took her away from me// //I cry for I know I can’t hold her hands anymore// //But somewhere, I believe she’s still watching// //I’m 22 and my Mum, she is long gone//



=== __<span style="color: #531c69; font-family: Georgia,serif;">//** My Childhood By Nur Fitriyah **// __<span style="color: #531c69; font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 90%;">  ===

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt;">**// This was my childhood, My childhood was filled, With family and friends, My childhood was filled, With love and lots of happy holidays.

My childhood was fun, Tough and exciting, My childhood was one, Where there wasn't much fighting.

This was my childhood, My childhood was filled, With a grandmother that was caring and loving, When I left her, I was hurt… But it was for the best, I remember the good and happy times, We shared together, This was my loving childhood, That I will not forget, This was my childhood. //**





===<span style="color: #0075ff; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 130%;">Hope <span style="color: #0075ff; font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; font-size: 110%;"> by Nurul Syuhada ===

<span style="color: #00b0ff; display: block; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"> we and You; award them happiness. To all ‘STRAIGHT A’s’, You aid them with praise rise like mountain, You give Them support (by means of money). At the side of the lane, far end in the some country side. Seems nobody cares, yet bother about THEY. Lets turn, together with worry. Where will THEY go… Will they? reside in that track?
 * Yesterday and Present,

You and we, regard them highly, but sink THEY, scolding and curse of the ‘D’, ‘E’ and failures.

Walls have ears; THEY are sick of disdain, Why do we fed-up of them? All one together, and I, and You To give with the hand, A HOPE FOR THEM**





//** __ Goddess By Nur Amira__ **//

//** My hands felt blue, **// //**The cold wind struck them,**// //**The street looked dim,**// //**From the rusty street lamp.**// //**The wrist pendulum struck eleven,**// //**Hating the long await,**// //**For a friend promised her presence,**// //**But broke the promise she had made.**//

//**From a far a silhouette appeared,**// //**By the edge of the lane it drawn near,**// //**To whom it belonged it couldn’t show,**// //**From the veil of doors and windows.**//

//**I took its steps a glance of fear,**// //**I was a maiden of wary,**// //**The sound of winds even dares me.**// //**But it was not an immerse of a crook,**// //**Nor the man with a clear bottle,**// //**What more the friend who broke the promise.**// //**It was rather an amass motion,**// //**Like the centerpieces of the child.**//

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I was keen for strange reason,**// //**From the corner the curious stranger would finally be,**// //**Answering the strain that sudden bothering.**// //**My heart was pounding, my mind was attentive,**// //**My eyes was growling and my lips was freezing,**// //**My hands was gripping tight,**// //**A goddess came into the sight…**//

//**He broke the steps, stood and eyed me,**// //**The eyes, the shady brown eyes,**// //**Like an umbrella mesmerizing me.**// //**The lips, the heartthrob lips,**// //**Smiling tenderly bemusing me.**// //**The hair, the silky hair,**// //**Motion gently stroke by the winds.**// //**The coat, the lucky black coat,**// //**Sleeping on his sturdy body.**// //**The scent, the luscious scent,**// //**Desperately I gasped for more.**//

//**He came closely to my eyes,**// //**The arms grabbed over me,**// //**Embracing me tightly,**// //**A warm pulse ran through me,**// //**A huge thump throbbed me,**// //**Unknowingly, I let it be,**// //**How could he - a strange outsider?**// //**When I felt his affection wrapping me up?**// //**What spell has he cited?**// //**What powder has he utilized?**// //**Whose charm has he inherited?**// //**Which cherub the bow & arrow has he stolen?**//

//**As I was dazed,**// //**Suddenly I felt my heart was throbbed,**// //**Yes, throbbed by his affection,**// //**But, not only that…I felt ache!**// //**Yes, a dreadful pain!**// //**It struck my veins like a sharp ruthless knife,**// //**And to my suprise…it was…**//

//**As my eyes cringed for the pain,**// //**And the daze, and the soreness, and the fondness, And the astonishment, and the subtle hatred,**// //**He held me in his arms,**// //**Gently he kissed my forehead,**// //**Gave me the devoted smile and smirk that rhyme,**// //**I was still overpowered,**// //**As I cloze my eyes for the last time.**//



<span style="color: #ff0043; font-family: Georgia,serif;">LITTLE FAIRY ARTWORKS =)