Abba
written by: Afra Adil Ahmad
Abba says:
You’re the light of my universe
So when the ache in the crevices of my lungs is filled to the brim
He says:
Why is my daughter sad?
How can my light be sad?
My beloved Abba
The days when your daughter forgets to don a smile
Are the days when her excruciating past decides to strike her charred brain
And remind her of everything that gave birth to her insecurities
Everything she has been trying to dispose
But memories are not disposable teacups
In which she pours her tea frequently
For she has this peculiar urge to dispose of everything that she has loved
And life is but a turbulent highway
Ergo, on those days, your light switches off
As if she never existed in the first place
But that lasts only for a few soul-shattering hours
For after that, she fills herself with the ambrosian fuel of optimism and forgiveness
And bounces back with increased vigour.
* Abba – Father in Urdu language
