Fluent Thoughts

After تراويح prayers she was planning to go, but instead she went after إفطار wanting to get through it sooner.

There, the place that they used to call ours is where she went to take all of her belongings. Her clothes, her shoes, her perfumes, her jewelry, her photos and she would see other things that are their’s and not only hers; she left them.

“I wanted to leave the memories there, the good ones and the bad ones”

“There were photos of us together, I threw them”

“I loved this place; can I take it and put it in our front yard?”

“Remember the perfumes mum got me from Abu Dhabi; I would leave my jewelry yet not leave them”

She then looked at her baby and said “Believe me, it’s for your own good”

Every word we say seems to be a reason for her to smile or laugh, but her eyes, Oh god her eyes; they are telling that what appears is only to hide what is really going on inside there. She’s hiding her grieve, the shock, and mostly her broken heart.

She goes to bed every night hoping to wake up the next day to find herself as she was before it, she wishes that it never happened from the beginning, she wishes that it never was. but then she would think again and regret her thoughts looking to the small bed placed next to hers, looking at his small hands embracing each other, and his tiny lips making a sad smile, while his eyes are closed, and says: “You, my dear aren’t a mistake; because of you I have no regret”.

I left again!

and not coming back soon

Hi all

I’m so sorry for not writing and not checking my mail; am very busy these days; I promise that I’ll start writing again soon.

I miss you all