The Story of The Old Woman

I called her
She’s a sister of
My grandma

When the people
Were sharing the stories
And happiness
I saw her
Sitting in the corner
Of the room

She was crying
In the midst of
Our great gathering

“What’s up, grandma?”
She didn’t answer

She was alone
Her son didn’t come
She couldn’t feel
That happiness

I read her tears
The happiness for us
Is the sadness for her

I called her
She’s a sister of
My grandma

الحق من الله، والخطاء مني

19 thoughts on “The Story of The Old Woman”

  1. Oh it’s beautiful how you wrote it. Sometimes, you feel lonely even in the crowd, I miss my family and I know that lonely inexpressible feeling. Poor grandma, i wanna hug her tight:)

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    1. Thank you! That’s right! My aunt cried too when she saw this old lady. My aunt and some of us tried to console her. She was beautiful when she was young, but yesterday, I saw her very…. very old.. Thank you for your fellow feeling, my dear friend! 🙂

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      1. lots of option…
        help her smile… let her son return -or- be proud of her son(reason why he is absent)

        or- just show you dont need a son to be happy, Allah sends his help in many ways. Son had lost his opportunity to please his parents.

        You decide sweety.

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