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الأربعاء, 19 تموز/يوليو 2023 07:08

'The three most beautiful women: my mother, her shadow, and her mirror reflection''

كتبه  By Maher Bakeer Dallash
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There is always one person who considers the greatest loss in your life, and after him all losses are trivialized and diminished, their value is just like the wounded in wars.

One day, I told my mother that I am afraid of the dark and the dead. She smiled and said: Rather, you should be afraid of the living because they are darker and darker!!
My mother, under her feet sleeps my last wishes, and above her head the most beautiful stations of kisses, so will she then utter sentences?!
My mother... ask me: how many years have I lived, and I will answer you that it was two days, I loved you in the first of their mornings, and left you in the last of their evenings... two days you were the heroine of their story... and I was the happy one and the one who was the one who was the one with them!!
Do you know, what is the difference between my mother and my loved ones? It is like the difference between going and coming, she wishes to bear my torment from me, while they wish not to see me in torment!!
It was a life above life. It is all, it is life in its entirety.
I love her because she if. There is no equal to her. There is no substitute for her..
I was young. I sigh when my shirt buttons are tied for me or my hair is combed. I wanted to get out of the world quickly. Now I sell the world to have one of my shirt buttons tied to me..

I was not sad because my mother is there. I am not weak because she is there. I am patient because she is there. And always smile because she is there. I sleep deeply, and I am not afraid because she is there. My illness was easy, and my fatigue was fleeting because she was there.
I was beautiful because my mother was there. I lost the taste of living because my mother was no longer there!!
My mother taught me not to lie. So, people lied to me.
You taught me not to steal. Some stole years of my life.
She taught me not to betray. So, luck betrayed me over and over again...but I still "believe my mother with great conviction''.
O you who gave birth to me, your time is beautiful, your stories are pride, your words are judgment. You see what I will tell my grandchildren about an empty time!!

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