“Geneeh” in the
Egyptian dialect stands for “pound”.. Z has always called it “Geneef” instead
:)
Daddy always
collected for her different coins whenever he travelled, & her eyes would
sparkle every time he gave her new ones..
Today, Baba came
up to me with this quarter & asked me to keep it for you baby; for when I
see you.. Isn’t it pretty? It simply depicts how pretty Canada is!
With every snow
flake & every kid licking snow I pray for you to be with me.. Everything I
see, hear, or touch makes me miss you more & more.. All the pretty kids’
mittens & colourful hats bring this pain to my chest.. Your Dad succeeded
in torturing my whole family & keeping grief in all our hearts!
Everyday,
literally everyday a new pain! I don’t know how many hearts can take this pain!
How much more will I take.. I don’t want to be this wounded woman whom can’t
wait for revenge.. I don’t want the breaths I have left on this Earth to be
filled with bitterness.. There is nothing left for me to do baby.. No more
doors to knock.. Only prayers.. & prayers..
Today, for the
second day in a row you cried on the phone; he then yelled at you in the
background.. It was so painful just hearing his voice.. Full of rage &
cruelty..
I remember when
you were a baby, & cried in the back of the car in your seat, he wouldn’t
let me go sit next to you & played the radio so loud to shut you up.. Or
this other night when you cried at night for wanting to sleep with me, he got
up & threw you, then your head hit the floor! I lied to you & made you
believe it was an accident, & that you “fell” from his hands..
His actions were a
pure indication of his unstable mental state.. And what he’s doing now is
beyond words..
I’ll just sit
here, stare at this beauty, & ask The Lord of the worlds, The One & Only
Master Whom Brought down these flakes, & Wrote our destiny; to bring you in
my arms & bless me with your presence!
*Quarter on your
Teta’s dress*
P.S. Pateety asked me on the phone today to remind her of this episode, one of her favourites.. And as soon as I played it for her, she cried.. But then, her Dad forced her to stop! May Allah release this pressure!
P.S. Pateety asked me on the phone today to remind her of this episode, one of her favourites.. And as soon as I played it for her, she cried.. But then, her Dad forced her to stop! May Allah release this pressure!
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