My Magic in Mundane- Memory of Abba!
It squeezes my heart—how a day filled with laughter can suddenly unravel, leaving a knot that pulls me back to that moment. April 2017. I was a senior schooler, riding my scooty home. As I stepped inside, a room full of gazes fell upon me, and then I saw it—something I desperately wish I could erase, as if it had never existed.
No one could truly understand what I felt that day. Seven years have passed, yet as I write, the weight remains unchanged.
Abba, do you still remember? How you’d bury yourself in your books, so immersed that I could sneak in and weave braids into your white hair. You’d confront me later, and I’d giggle and storm away. Do you remember how I’d wait by the window for Mummy to return, while you read to me? How I’d rant endlessly about my little adventures, and you’d just listen, laugh, and nod? And do you remember the first time you scolded me? I wailed, heartbroken, but you quickly befriended me again.
Do you remember those experimental teas I used to make? You’d gulp them down without complaint, never once saying they were bad. Abba, did you know? Now, I enjoy everything you once wanted me to, though back then, as a silly kid, I hated it. I have so much to tell you.
For years, I pretended you never existed because the pain of losing you hollowed my heart. But now I realize your memories kept me moving. The more I tried to suppress them, the more they shaped my passions. I never noticed how, after you passed away, I unconsciously began embracing all the things you hoped I would.
From your memories, I regained my strength. Now, in every conversation, you are alive.
Abba, do you still remember me the way I remember you? Don’t forget me, like I once pretended to forget you. You are alive and always will be—with me, forever.
By: Shameela Fatima Mirza
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