Friday, April 19, 2013

Quiet

She missed him.

She missed the way he'd shriek when she pushed the swing higher. His laugh when his father gave him lollipops. The sing-song “Moooom!” when he returned from play-school. His scream when the sky thundered.

The river had drowned not just her son, but all noise in her house as well, leaving behind silence. A quiet that pressed in on her ears, like the fuss he'd kick up when he saw spinach on his plate. A quiet that weighed heavily in her heart, hammering against its floodgates, letting out the all-consuming grief.

The quiet was everywhere, refusing to be erased, like the crayon scribbles on the walls.

8 comments:

  1. Very evocative Zainab. I can feel her sorrow.

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    1. Evocative is the highest praise I can ask for. Thank you so much! :)

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  2. Wow, that was so powerful and heart-wrenching in so few words. Wonderful job!

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    1. Thanks Kristen. I'm glad you think it's wonderful.

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  3. This is so amazing. Sad. The play of words brilliant.

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