Adonis Diaries

Mother, late pretty mama, good evening.

I get furious when people just recall you as a chic woman

A great eye for fashion and designer fingers.

Mother, the cornerstone and guiding rod to father.

In all his risky adventures, and later hopeless states of physical diminution.

Mother, you gave me birth twice:

I was doomed and will Not get your milk

And the physician would Not believe you when you assured him that I did “eat”.

The next time when I was a couple hours aways from sure death at the age of 5.

I was transferred by airplane to a French hospital in Africa to treat me from typhoid.

A month in the “cold chamber” and had to learn how to walk again.

I know better,

You were afraid for me of people, of this harsh world

A world of no mercy.

Where to go and flee?

Mother, you freed me twice as I decided to immigrate.

You insisted on father to let me Go.

Thank you.

I had far more hard days in foreign lands than relaxing ones.

I was frequently one day away from joining the homeless, and feeling the cramps of hunger.

How I survived is the miracle.

The miracle of hundreds of people who felt pity on my conditions.

Free me once again mother.

I am Not complaining: I decided to liberate myself by my own volition.

An immigrant who fled the civil war,

And bewildered how to erect a State in his country.

Twenty years out of his home country

In a welcoming country that refuses to be my second home.

A country that decided to liberate Kuwait and restitute it to its tribal Sheikhs.

Children born and Not recognized as citizens

So that oil money remains for its tribal Sheikhs and their descendent,

Their women and their colonial Masters.

Father, the good-hearted husband

Who could never refuse to lend, even when he didn’t have any in his older years.

At the instigations of mother when they were in a well-to-do condition relative to the extended families.

But it is father who is remembered as the good Samaritan.

A father who helped generations of physicians, engineers, teachers

Whom appreciated him for as long as their feathers grew into powerful wings.

Yes, father passed away, destitute and barely visited.

The same with mother who cried for being left isolated and ignored.

You will Not be ignored anymore.

Rest in peace.