It was one of these days when I was sitting at home with my mom watching TV, when I decided to turn off the TV, look at mom and ask her this question: "Tell me more about him...Why don't I know anything about him?"
Worried, surprised, staggered, shaken, mom took a deep breath, closed her eyes as if she was trying to gather some thoughts and imaginations. She sat still, and started speaking in a low voice...
He was adventurous she said...spontaneous...a risk taker who is passionate about his work and always seeks for new opportunities...
He was generous...haven't met someone more generous than he is she whispers. He was caring...she said...she said that with a squeaky voice, while I look at her shiny, sparkling eyes, curious to know more about who he really was...
He was a good husband...she finishes...a loving father...who happened to be in the wrong place, in the wrong time in that awful summer...
Perfectly written, short and strong. Reached me.(Lana)
ReplyDeleteBrilliant Saleh, so touchy
ReplyDeleteSometimes you wonder why God takes good people away and keeps thieves, murderers, ....etc. The best answer I can come up with is; he must be needed somewhere else more. Khalo Wahib was one of the best, most caring people that I've met and will ever get to meet. The time we spent together when he came to visit me in San Diego is a time I'll never forget. I'll always be indebted to him for what he's done for me. He left us real early, but he left behind his seeds represented by 6 great kids and a wonderful mom.
ReplyDeleteShawki Makarem
Funny how we look at photographs of ones that have moved on, yet they remain a fixture in our minds, in our discussions and in our hearts, a those pictures draw different impressions and memories for those that were there within the frame.
ReplyDeleteUnfortunately time is both a healer and an eraser. The pain subsides as that of which our memories fade, but for a few; a smile here, and a laugh or gesture there, but best of all- like what you did is 'borrowed' through other people's recollections.
And yet even those are scattered to words that may paint the loved one in one way or another, but not that of the whole.
I have never met your dear father, or maybe I have- scattered and 'borrowed' through you, your brothers, your sisters, your relatives near and far, and even through Ras El Maten...