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Wednesday, January 19, 2011

"Familysick" I call it

Not "homesick" but "familysick"
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I try to sleep
I slowly close my eyes
I toss and turn
I try to get into a comfortable position
I finally do

A picture of him
Slowly starts to appear
Starts with the facial hair, white as snow
His nose appears next
Followed by his eyes, his beige musar and white dishdasha

I open my eyes… I don’t want to imagine him now
I stare into the darkness
The only light coming from the heater’s switch
I close my eyes again forcing myself to think of something else

I hear her voice
She’s sending her prayers to God
Nothing new about that
A picture of her slowly appears
Small eyes, big nose and a warm smile

I open my eyes… I don’t want to imagine her now
I stare into the darkness
The only light coming from the heater’s switch
I close my eyes again forcing myself to think of something else

We’re in the car
Music almost on full volume
One of these songs that makes you want to dance
We’re singing along
She asks the question we love to hate
“Where should we go?”
We list the places
They are always the same
We end up in Shatti Al Qurm by the beach
The famous area with all the coffee shops
We pick things from here and there
My phone rings… “Ummy Calling”
I answer and say we’re on the way
I lied
We’re still in Shatti Al Qurm
On the way back home we share our drinks

I open my eyes… I don’t want to imagine that now
I stare into the darkness
The only light coming from the heater’s switch
I close my eyes again forcing myself to think of something else

While doing so
A tear slips from its place
Down my cheek
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I fall asleep