When will you do it again?
Seems ages have passed
Since the last time I saw you smile
It doesn’t feel real anymore
Like you’re putting on a show
The dark circles under your eyes
Give it away
I know you’re not okay
But you try to hide it anyway.
It breaks my heart
To hear you tremble while you speak
As I sense pain in your voice
I wish I knew how to make you smile again
Know that you’re loved
Maybe I don’t express it very often
But I do care
Is that being hypocritical?
In this life we come across many people. Some are already a part of our lives and some enter it at different points in time. Be it our cousins, aunties, uncles, neighbors or friends. Whether we’ve met them just once in our entire life or we see them every single day of the week, we develop a kind of an invisible bond with them. Invisible, simply because we cannot see it (I know that’s obvious). But that’s not what I mean. We don’t “see” the bond because we don’t realize it exists. For us, cousins are just the people we have to spend some time with at family get-togethers and neighbors are just people living next door who send iftar food in Ramadan and we do likewise. But obviously since we’re not robots, our little interactions with them are not robotic. We smile at them, greet them, talk and laugh. There are times when we talk for hours, share jokes which crack us up and we laugh together till our stomachs hurt.
Age. Time. Distance.
Whatever it is that’s causing the awkward silence, it’s very little. Why should we let any of that affect our relationships? Why do we even consider them as barriers?
No matter what the barrier is we should at least check on the people in our lives once a week (the really close ones) or twice in a month (the rest). At the very least. If we do it more often it’s even better.
Maybe they’re going through a tough time,
Or they’re feeling lonely,
Or they really need to hear some words of encouragement,
A phone call, a message or a short visit won’t take much of our time or energy. In fact it’s so much easier than we think.
P.S: this poem is dedicated to my mom’s aunt. I call her Nani – grandma.
I pray to Allah ‘azza wa jal to bless her with good health, lots of happiness and a long life spent in the sincere worship of Allah. Ameen.