I was just entering my home to relax after a long day in streets, kissed my wife, changed my clothes, took a shower and was
going to lay back on the couch when my mobile rang, the voice of my mother was trembling so I knew something went wrong and as my grandmother was in the intensive care for days I thought I was expecting the news but I was wrong, the moment my mother said to me that she died and that she is between the hands of god now, I got chocked,
couldn’t even answer her, she continued her words that I must go to the hospital to help my father but I couldn’t neither talk nor move, I sat to the nearest chair, told my wife the bad news and stared to the emptiness, lots of thoughts were running into me, lots of memories, lots of words, lots of moments and situations, a whole life passed in front of my eyes, I felt I lost this endless
kindness of her, I felt I lost the only person who can comfort me and relax me and bring back the smile to my lips.
I grew up in her arms, she was always my refuge, my shelter, my escape, she always used to understand my faults and my mistakes, she used to give me reasons and to justify my path when it goes wrong.
I used to run from my father and mother into her arms, I used to go spend my vacation with her, just beside her in her room, in her bed; we used to walk together when I was young and visit places.
Her best going out was to walk along “Raml station” between the magazines and to have a fresh juice then a hot meal from “Mostafa darwish” restaurant.
We used to talk in many things, many issues, she used to let me finish all the talks I need then she begins to tell me stories or news, stories from her past with my grandfather and how much she loved him, and how great he was in her eyes, or stories of her children, their adventures and how they used to be when they were young or news about my uncles and ants and their children.
I never got bored from her talks and neither did she and as I grew up she became my secret keeper, I used to tell her every thing about me, all my little adventures, all my relations, all my love affairs and she never told a secret.
When I used to enter a new affair, I used to take the girl to her to take her approval, and even if her opinion is against my will eventually I listen to her words, all these thoughts ran into my head in this moment, I was totally away of our world, I was totally with her.
The voice of my wife who knew deeply how much I love my grandmother awaked me; she told me I must go help my father.
For three days after that I was like a stoned person, through the funeral procedures I couldn’t concentrate on people around me, couldn’t help my tears, tried hard to hide them but just a memory of her face or voice could break my heart in seconds.
And now after all this time I decided to write what is inside me, I decided to finally let it go, to finally believe that she is gone and she is in a better place as I hope.
I won’t ever forget any detail about her life, I couldn’t forget her voice or her smiling face and I think I will always tell the new generations of our family about this legend, this fairy and this lost kindness.