I am a kid

by: Rawan Yaghi

I am a kid, at least this is what they call me. I cried once in my life, but no one ever knew why, not even my best friend. I didn’t cry when my mother died. I didn’t cry when my sister got married. Nor did I do so when my dad got sick. I didn’t even cry when the dentist pulled my tooth as hard as he could.

People always wondered why I never cry. I watched my friend bleed till death while I stood there with nothing to do. I went back home that day and kept staring at the old ceiling of my room for till the next night. I didn’t cry. I pulled myself together, I don’t actually know how exactly I did that only it was as simple as getting up from my bed. But I never convinced myself that this was the reason of my none sensitivity.

I once asked my mother why people cry; she answered “Because they’re humans, darling” she was always this mysterious and warm. After that I started questioning myself being a human. I told myself that I looked like one only I never cry.

When I turned 16 I had my ID card and my mother was in her worst conditions, so we had to move her to another hospital, a hospital behind borders and check points. Since I was old enough and my sister was too young and my Dad was already sick, I was the only one who could accompany her through her long exhausting 3 kilometers trip! We reached the point where one gives his entry permission to a 20 year old soldier so that he can allow you to get to the hospital behind the checkpoint, my hollow looks weren’t very appealing to the soldier, thus he didn’t allow me in with my mother. She had to go through it all alone. I didn’t cry when I exchanged the last looks with her; although, the stream of tears down on her face would make that cold moon melt down. My mother died the next day in the hospital behind the borders. I didn’t burst into tears imagining her all alone taking her last painful breath, thinking that it was my fault that the soldier didn’t let me in with her. All I did was pouring that bitter coffee for people, sympathizing with my family, for three days.

I think that there’s no need to mention how much I suffered during my life afterwards. That’s not the problem. I wonder what the problem is!

5 responses to “I am a kid

  1. Yosuf M.Aljamal

    Dude, if you don’t cry, then, there is something wrong with you. Crying is a good thing, especially, when you are alone and away from your enemies’ eyes.

  2. are you from Gaza rawan ?

  3. Yes, I am from Gaza.

  4. There are people who are so sensitive that if they’d allow themselves to give in one millimeter only to being hurt they can totally lose themselves. I think you have a built-in self-protection mechanism. But then, who am I? I’m no doctor or so, it’s just what I think…

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