I remember that in 2000, when I was only 7 years old, my parents went for Hajj. (Pilgrimage to Saudi Arabia) . I remember that a lot of people had gathered to celebrate the occasion and send them off. We lived in close quarters of a community where people knew each other and were like families to each other. I felt sad for most part of the journey from our house to the airport, but the real sadness hit on the way back. I and my sister were sitting on the back seat when I got sleepy and lied down on the back seat of the car. I remember the Auntie in the front seat telling me to put my feet on the seat comfortably. When I was in the sleeping position, my head hit the inside of the side door of the car in the place where it has a handle to open the door. My head kept hitting it, and I couldn't sleep. I realized that my mother always anticipated this , and she would have given me a cushion to put under my head long time ago. I remember being extremely sad , I looked up at the stars outside the window and kept wishing that I could see her one more time. I thought of her pleasant, smiling face and missed her so dearly all the way back home.
I hate any temporary or permanent separation, specially when you love someone so dearly.
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