They say ” life must go on”, but sometimes we can not cope with the gaps that the absence of some persons leave behind. Death takes our loved ones away, far from us. They never come back. I wish they could, just once.
I miss my Grandpa. I can not stop thinking about him. Last night, I saw him in my dream. Sometimes, I imagine him knocking on our home’s door, and I would rush and open it, but I just realise it was just me confusing memories with reality. And then, I just end up weeping.
My grandpa was giant, not only figuratively but literally too. He was one of the most known and respected fishermen of Sayada. He fought against the stormy wind, the heavy rain, the raging sea and the severe life for only one purpose, bringing a good quality of life to his sacred family.
I always knew he loved me. He never said it to me. He said it to my mother
” When I see her entering my house, I see a sunshine. ”
I still have that red bicycle he offered me.
I have always loved him. But I did not know how much untill he was gone.
I want to see his face again and make him laugh as I used to do.
I want to hear his voice telling me how much brilliant he was at school. So much that he could skip a class or two, but then had to abandon school because he had to work.
I remember, just few days before he left us, that I had a long gaze at his hands. Those fisherman’s big hands that I always loved. But at that time, they were thinner, weaker, and softer than ever.
جدّي كان بحّاراً وبحراً
كان رُبّانَ ماءٍ وبرِّ
كان رَفّاً للحكاياَ
على كَتِفَيْهِ تَصْطَفُّ طُيُور البَحْرِ
وتَرْتَفِعُ الأحْلاَمُ سَرَايَا
كانَ لُغْزاً كالغُيوم
و َصَادِقاً كالمَرَاياَ.