i sat on the stoep and cried as if I was an ophan left all alone, after a little while, Aunty Tahera’s car pulled up, and there she was getting out of the passenger side, eyes locked of me and a huge smile.
“What’s the matter bachoo??” She asked
“I came back from madrasah and you were not here!” I said
“But your sisters are there, I was just gone to taaleem” she said, holding me close to her
22 years later when I think about that hug I still feel the warmth of it.
I LOVE YOU UMMI…..