For the boy who smiled
Brave. Honest. Kind. Hardworking.
Are these enough words to tell me what you were.. no, what you are child?
I promised I would keep it together, swore I would not cry, not now, not here,
but here I am, dear boy, writing to you.
Here because I have some strength in me which Allah wants me to find.
Here because I can bear it a bit longer.
Here because I cannot leave like this, not now, not here.
Replace the Is with yous, replace the mes with us and then tell me what you find. You left, it was a transition you said, and that we will meet again.
You know what? I hope that is soon.