The four coffins

This is a sad post.

“Do not make babies, if you can’t provide or be there for them”, we hear that phrase more often in our society, and I am one of those people who hate the irresponsible parents who bring children to a life where the housemaid is seen as a mother, or where the father hitting the mother is the daily TV series shown.

Manmade mistakes are just annoying and careless, but life-made ones are tragically heart breaking. When life seats you in the middle, in a car that burned in less than 10 mins, you get to wake up to a burned-to-death mother and father in the front, and two burned sisters one to your right, and another to your left. How on earth can you believe your eyes?

The youngest of that diminished family, a little 8 year-old Miral lived amongst that chaos.

There’s a lot to say about her story, but I can’t share except what I heard from her yesterday as she was going through photos on my iPhone.

[The quotations are hers]

“You also like Sushi”… yes I do, why do you like sushi? “No, I don’t”, then who does? “no, one”.

“Sara, looks like my sister”… who’s prettier Sara, or your sister"?, “It doesn’t matter now”.

You use the iPhone very well Miral.. “I used to have one”, where is it now?, “I don’t know where I lost it.”

She’s living at her grandma’s house, an old modest lady who doesn’t own a computer and probably doesn’t know what Sushi is, while Miral used to study at an international school in KSA, and after the accident, they brought her to Jordan to live at her Grandma’s house.

I didn’t know with what nickname to call her, Mimi, Marmar, Miro.. what if only her mom used to call her that, or her dad.

What if she used to be hugged every night before she sleeps by her dad, what if she used to fight with her sisters as they owned a shared room while she was put in a seperate one. How can someone understand what an 8 year old might be thinking at the moment, how can they reach to her insides, how can anyone understand her pain.

Trillion questions were going inside my head while I was looking at her play with that stupid iPhone, and everyone under that roof is probably asking similar questions every second of the day, and she’s going to grow in years to face these things on a daily basis… or.. I really wonder how it’ll be.

I probably wasn’t supposed to push her to talk about her family, and I didn’t try hard, I was just so wanting to hear more from her, to know what she might be going through inside, given that for sure, no one where she lives would understand her, and I really hope they take her to a treating shrink soon.

This girl has a lot to go through as she grows, and I really want to see you shining through her God, because if anything I saw in my life is depressing, what I saw in her is far beyond that.