There are somethings we just never get over...As Somalis we hardly talk about the pain and agony we deal with when our parents separate..as if being a Somali comes with an immunity from all sort of pains...
How often parents
consult with their children
before going their own
separate ways…
…as though we do not have any say in such matters….
helplessly, we were conceived…
…bought to life…
to live…and breathe…
and finally forced
to endure...a home led by one parent..
deprived of the opportunity to live
under one roof with both
the lives that give us life…
I, more than often, wonder…
what would life be…
…with hoyo and abo sitting together…
reminiscing on their love story….
of how they met…
of How abo impressed hoyo with his charm..
or perhaps how they fought to be together..
I would be a sucker to clicking their pictures in black and white rays as the
sunsets in our beautiful balcony….
I wonder the beauty of how my abo’s hand would
be when he held my hoyo’s hand.
.Interlocking their fingers together…forever
I wonder..
how life would be…
If they never went their separate ways..
I wonder the beauty of how organized my wallet would be…
If I could just have one single family picture..with hoyo and abo..
rather than… cutting and pasting to create one picture..of us..
yOur reconciliation is what my heart naively hopes for…
after all, with y(our) reconciliation…it would be ours too..
….and then perhaps, things would change…
As a child..I yearned for
Hoyo and abo to be together…
Prayed and hoped…
For their reunion....
And now as an adult…
I know that my childhood dream of
"My parents are both married to someone else, but they’ll get back together soon."
Will never be true….as tears drop of my eyes..
..i laugh at my stupidity..
I try to understand that somethings are just
never meant to be….
I have stopped asking why…
After all, I am an adult.
I should just comprehend
..the complexity of our lives..Like strong adults do..
"dont cry " the voices in my head demand now..
- Halima Ahmed
Copyright ©2009
How often parents
consult with their children
before going their own
separate ways…
…as though we do not have any say in such matters….
helplessly, we were conceived…
…bought to life…
to live…and breathe…
and finally forced
to endure...a home led by one parent..
deprived of the opportunity to live
under one roof with both
the lives that give us life…
I, more than often, wonder…
what would life be…
…with hoyo and abo sitting together…
reminiscing on their love story….
of how they met…
of How abo impressed hoyo with his charm..
or perhaps how they fought to be together..
I would be a sucker to clicking their pictures in black and white rays as the
sunsets in our beautiful balcony….
I wonder the beauty of how my abo’s hand would
be when he held my hoyo’s hand.
.Interlocking their fingers together…forever
I wonder..
how life would be…
If they never went their separate ways..
I wonder the beauty of how organized my wallet would be…
If I could just have one single family picture..with hoyo and abo..
rather than… cutting and pasting to create one picture..of us..
yOur reconciliation is what my heart naively hopes for…
after all, with y(our) reconciliation…it would be ours too..
….and then perhaps, things would change…
As a child..I yearned for
Hoyo and abo to be together…
Prayed and hoped…
For their reunion....
And now as an adult…
I know that my childhood dream of
"My parents are both married to someone else, but they’ll get back together soon."
Will never be true….as tears drop of my eyes..
..i laugh at my stupidity..
I try to understand that somethings are just
never meant to be….
I have stopped asking why…
After all, I am an adult.
I should just comprehend
..the complexity of our lives..Like strong adults do..
"dont cry " the voices in my head demand now..
- Halima Ahmed
Copyright ©2009
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