HOW SMART MY MOMA WAS Let me share 2 short stories But before that Let me introduce her She was born A few aerial miles from The now famous TORA BORA Around TIRAH in PAKISTAN. A night of parent’s journey From TIRAH to PESHAWAR In a basket she was carried A pony’s movements her swing. She had another journey From PESHAWAR to JAMRUD When carried in a wedding basket She did whatever was asked of her. Google these towns to be with me My love to learn was because of her I went to America She wanted that too. One visit to her once took too long Keep in touch was all she said I told her to console her 4 brothers 4 sisters around you If missing is one Will get lost in a shuffle In deed she said My heart has 9 parts. Anyone if missing I know it and it hurts. The second story Is not as harsh By a large clay oven I saw some bread with finger holes Mom, why you stick your finger in it She laughed The one finger hole are mine The 2 are your Aunt the 3 the neighbor. Even though the flour The bread the cook The THANDUR was the same I always knew my Mom’s bread. Sofi Yunis Noon.
Posted on: Sat, 14 Sep 2013 08:36:12 +0000
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