Dear son,
I have returned to Canada....shattered....scattered.....
I still remember how you walked away from me...my love....wearing a dark brown T-shirt and tracks.....pulling your carry-on confidently behind you....you were 2 years and 11 months......U said 'bye bye maama.....see you', waving your little palm at me.....while I crumbled to nothingness.
They say that if Our Imam Mahdi (a.s) takes away his eye from us for even a millisecond, we disintegrate into oblivion.....I wish he would take his eyes away from me.....for I have disintegrated from within....only my physical form - still here....still feeling, still hurting, unhealing wounds gaping....
Ali Mahdi....how am I going to live without you, son?
I have returned to Canada....shattered....scattered.....
I still remember how you walked away from me...my love....wearing a dark brown T-shirt and tracks.....pulling your carry-on confidently behind you....you were 2 years and 11 months......U said 'bye bye maama.....see you', waving your little palm at me.....while I crumbled to nothingness.
They say that if Our Imam Mahdi (a.s) takes away his eye from us for even a millisecond, we disintegrate into oblivion.....I wish he would take his eyes away from me.....for I have disintegrated from within....only my physical form - still here....still feeling, still hurting, unhealing wounds gaping....
Ali Mahdi....how am I going to live without you, son?
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