Her voice.
I miss her voice. The warmth and love that poured from her words, like sweet honey soothing a wound.
My mother's voice.
I have no complete sentences. Just the longing feeling and some tears....
To my mother in her language I say:
Ya Mama, wa7ashteeny awy, el donya mn donik msh donya, enty konty kol el donya. Wa7ashteeny.
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