I had a dream today. I woke up in a trance. I saw Khala Shadab , Nano Jameela , Nana Abu Saleem , Aiysha Khala, Nano Cheemi , Nano Khalida , Mamu Shahid, Mamu Mobeen, Mumani Humaira, Abdullah - son of Mamu Kashif but in the dream he was Mamu Mobeen's son, Khala khalida, Salman bhai. I woke up not remembering for a few moments that most of them are dead. And have been for some time. It broke my heart. I miss them. I didn't even realize I missed them. That really threw me off. I have spent the day trying not to think about it, pushing the discomfort away. But the trouble is, it doesn't go away. It stays there. out of sight. Under the rug. Always there. I am daring to not run away. To face the discomfort. To embrace it. To feel my feelings. To sit with them. Not work them away. Pause. Listen to my heart. Feel. With my heart, my body, my soul. Cry the tears. See the unhealed scars. The sore spots that hurt with the slightest of touch. I miss my family. I miss ...
Musings of yet another brain, heart and soul