Thus, I was ten and emancipating myself from God, deciding that if my ‘test’ for this duniya was to love a man who did not deserve it, to show him mercy and forgiveness, then I would simply not sit the test. It was shortly after that I decided that I no longer loved my father.
Browsing: father
I’ve never had a nightmare quite like that again. Maybe because my subconscious fear of losing my dad became more real.
1957. 1987. 2017.
Poems about intergenerational trauma.
How culturally-dictated familial relations have restricted a population’s ability to express emotion
Who would have thought?