Until We Meet Again

Maamaa passed away. What does that even mean? Where did he pass away to? On a spiritual and religious and faith level I understand. He shed his skin and now he is a free soul gone to meet his Creator. But on a human level it hurts so bad.

That first night in his new home right outside the house we spent so many happy eids and weddings in. Just soil. And there was a huge storm. We were all inside sleeping in our warm beds. General Saab was outside. No one rushing to lock doors and put heavy objects in front of old windows to prevent them from banging lest they disturb his sleep. He was right under it all out in the open oblivious to it. Or was heaven saying, “He is here”. 🙂 I wouldn’t be surprised.

Bye bye Maamaa. That water story – me forcing you to drink it – I failed at making you have it but I served it to all your guests. Thought I would go to Topkapi because I missed it last time and you recommended it. Couldn’t bring myself to do it.

We miss you.

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