Forgive me💔

The Echo of mama

I miss my daughters,

Every time I see a mother with her children,

When a school-going girl says goodbye to her mother at the school gate,

When a little girl comes to the park with her parents.

In the mornings, when mothers wake up to send their children to school,

I miss you all so much.

Those summer days,

Those winter nights,

The way you all used to fight with each other,

And then my scolding you all,

And then, how we would all make up.

I remember how my youngest daughter, Yashfa, used to sleep beside me,

I remember her tiny, little hands.

At night, while sleeping, I hear the sound of “Mama,”

As if she is right here with me, right now.

I miss you so much.

What should I do?

My children...

Your mother is so helpless.

Please, come to me.

Now I understand—when I used to fight with my own mother, she would say,

“You will understand when you become a mother yourself.”

Now, I finally know.

The distance is vast,

The pain does not lessen.

My eyes do not dry,

My heart does not find peace.

I cannot even look at your pictures; it hurts too much.

It feels as though

The separation written in our fate will only end

The day my life ends.

When I lie in my grave,

Straight,

Face toward the sky,

Unknown,

Anonymous...

Only then, perhaps, will I find peace.

Please forgive me, my daughters

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