A Trusted Friend From Birth
A Trusted Friend From Birth
I KNOW THIS PERSON FROM MANY LIVES AGO.
MY MOM CALLS HER A SNOWFLAKE SOMETIMES.
SHE LOVED ME EVEN WHEN OTHER KIDS HATED ME.
SHE DRESSES UP IN FUNNY CLOTHES TO MAKE ME LAUGH DURING DULL, DARK DAYS.
SHE KNOWS THAT I AM A GOOD LISTENER BECAUSE SHE TELLS ME HER DEEPEST SECRETS.
SHE FIGHTS, NOT OVER A CHOCOLATE; SHE FIGHTS FOR MY RIGHTS.
SHE HANGS OUT WITH ME WITH NO DEMANDS.
SHE BAKES STUFF I DON’T EAT AND ASKS ME TO TRY, BUT I MUST SAY THE HOUSE SMELLS GREAT.
SHE THINKS A LOT LIKE ME.
SHE IS ME.
SHE IS LAIBA, MY FRIEND BY BLOOD.
Hasan Ahmed
About the Author
Call him “H”.
“H” likes good people, stories and travel.
“H” can hear.
“H” can listen.
“H” can question.
“H” can learn.
“H” can openly discuss.
“H” can play.
“H” can make mistaking-ly horrible boo-boos.
What works with “H” is some trust, love and laughter.
Next time you see me, try trusting my words. Not my body.