Zachie Bin Ladan

My life is a cluttered drawer if you looked inside you would see a variety of pictures.

Pictures of places far and near. Pictures of friends, family and loved ones. In the back of

the drawer tools for the tinkering that everything seems to need at one time or another.

Different types of music would be scattered throughout the drawer on tapes and CD’s for

the good times and the bad.

Often I sit in my room and look back at all the pictures of the interesting places I

have been, the unusual sights I have seen and the people I meet doing it all. A picture I

often look at is a picture of Time Square New York. This particular picture I took myself.

I look at this for motivation, motivation that one day I will be in the city of opportunity.

The picture I keep right beside my new York picture is an army photo. A photo of one of

my buddies out in the field gun by his side. This picture gives me a completely different

feeling. A feeling of appreciation for the solders that are fighting for our country at this

point in time. Every parent or friend with a picture like mine I’m sure, knows the feeling

of wondering will they be sent, or asks the question will they come back.

As the drawer slides more than half way open now the stacks of CD’s and tapes

begin to come into view. The tapes mostly of childhood music that got lost or out grown.

The lessons or sharing, and good attitude all waiting to be passed down to a cousin or

niece in dire need. The CD’s in the drawer I am sure have been pulled out, and again

returned depending on the mood, or the company. As for the artists of these CD’s, mostly

String Cheese, a semi blue grass band with a song for every mood.

At the far back of my cluttered drawer