Thoughts and memories of a young lady in Bahrain. My name is Ayesha and I love to blog.
We met in a full moon night. She was younger back then and scared. She was hiding from other big cats and looking for a warm place. I was walking around the house as an exercise every evening and she popped her head following the sound of my steps. I tried to show her that I’m friendly so I poured her some milk. She enjoyed it, and started following me around. Waiting for me every night and walking next to me. My family were annoyed by her later for crying for food and sometimes for my company so they kicked her out. She tried sneaking back several times and then she stopped coming around.Now I’m back walking alone every night. I Hope she’s doing alright out there.