December 12, 10 am. Exactly one year ago, I received that shaking news that you were gone. "Lbaraka frasna mamma a khti," Abdessamad managed to tell me on the phone.
I had just arrived to office in Casablanca, and I don’t know how I made that trip back to Rabat. Everyone was already there. Relatives from all cities were arriving.
That day was cold and foggy… and it’s still cold and foggy down here. This world is harsh mamma, and peaceful people like you are really becoming rare.
One year has passed but we didn’t forget you, and will never do.
I kiss your hands.
I had just arrived to office in Casablanca, and I don’t know how I made that trip back to Rabat. Everyone was already there. Relatives from all cities were arriving.
That day was cold and foggy… and it’s still cold and foggy down here. This world is harsh mamma, and peaceful people like you are really becoming rare.
One year has passed but we didn’t forget you, and will never do.
I kiss your hands.
4 comments:
lbaraka frassek dear.
lbaraka f rasekoum w ajarakoumou allah
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