When a dear one departs, nights are the worst. You are left with your own thoughts and memories. You are left with the emptiness of the furniture. You are left with an empty chair, an empty bed, and a lot of clothes.
Clothes and possessions of your loved one. Night time passes by so slowly and you are stuck with clothes … Stuck with a hair brush, a bottle of shampoo, and shoes.
Stuck with a Facebook account you have no password for and you just stare at the screen. You go back to the closet and run your hand over one of the tops. You remember the time you bought it together and the many times you discussed throwing it away. You wonder if you have to throw it away now.
You clasp your fist around the fabric as hard as your heart is clenched and a tear rolls down your cheek.
No one to talk to, no one to help you forget the bedside table with the stain where a coaster should have been.
You look over at the closet again. Too many clothes.
Night time is the worst.
You are left with many unclaimed possessions… Darkness… And clothes.
(الله يمسح على قلبكم بيت عمو مجيد)
September 26, 2015 at 4:51 pm
الله يرحم مجيد الصفار ويسكنه فسيح جناته