I never thought it would be a luxury to take the children to parks, zoos, and museums. But one day it happened. Since the pandemic started, we hadn’t been to any such places. We all longed for the spring of 2019.
Mother told us how it was in 1969. She and Dad were raising three children in Jamaica. Dad sometimes traveled to the United States as a farm worker. We lived in a tenement yard. A lot of families lived in a big yard in different houses, but they all used the same toilet and kitchen.
I was born in 1993 in Pakistan. I opened my eyes in a family that was rich with love. I had three sisters and one brother. I remember that there was enough food. Our hearts were big, and we gave to others; big and small colorful clothes were all over the house.
* After all these years, after all that had happened, today was the beginning of the end. They had not slept the entire night. He tried to change her mind, but she looked convinced and firm about what she wanted. No words and no memories could change her anger: anger with life, anger with the …
You have not forgotten, nor will you ever forget,
when I lost a part of myself long ago.
I have divided and perished into the waves of darkness.
It’s the night before the big day. I put my pencil in the sharpener and give it a good twist. Two freshly sharpened pencils for the test. I toss them in my backpack, as I prepare for the following day. I set my alarm for 7 a.m. I turn on my Fire Stick and watch a couple of TASC practice-for-math videos, until I doze off.
When I was younger, my father and mother had to leave me and my sister in the care of my grandmother in Mexico, where we were born and raised. My parents left for the United States. My dad worked hard to try to get us to live with them. I used to believe the mountains I saw from my grandmother’s house were New York, where my parents were. They seemed close, but now I know that was far.
If I could sit face-to-face with my younger self, I would hold her tight and tell her, “You’re wonderful!” I would give her a hug that runs through her entire bloodstream and thus awakens each absent-minded neuron, each sad hormone, and each organ silenced due to stress.
I have some fears of my own.
About them, they are unknown.
The shadows of those fears
Are always around.
Covid-19 is a virus that has put the whole world into a state of panic, leading to the deterioration of the economy. Some people lost their jobs, and their debts increased. Others lost their lives, and some lost a person dear to them.
I miss you so badly. I haven’t forgotten you, and I hope you can hear me. I remember it clearly, the day you slipped away. I didn’t get to kiss you goodbye on the hand. I wish that I could see you again, but I know that I can’t.
I like to think about the scars on both the outside and inside of my body as tattoos—but with a better story. They may not be made out of ink, but they are made of something even greater: flesh and emotions. The scars on my body always show me that I have lived, but the scars on my heart show me that I have loved.
Devastation. Despair. Distress. A deadly disease dragged my heart into an abyss of perpetual darkness. February of 2002 was when I received the most beautiful gift ever. The gift of a lovable, most compassionate, and playful Russian Blue. His name was Habibi, which translates to “My Love” in Arabic. He lived love. He was love. …
Taking my kids outside is their joy, especially when they’re at the park running, sliding, climbing. Or in a swing. That makes me feel great—to always see my children happy and healthy. One day, after my son arrived from Pre-K, he whined, “Mommy, Mommy!” “Yes, Mommy?” I said. He continued to whine, “Slide, slide!” I …
I believe all the mothers in this world are special because they change their whole life for their kids. They are in all the growth process and are in our childhood memories. Today I want to write about my favorite memory of my childhood. When I was four years old, my family and I went …