Sitting in the back seat behind mom’s chair, mortified between the urge to release my head from my body and launch it outside the window to absorb some clear ear and get that rush of energy that accompanied the wind, or to keep it safe behind the glass shield, and not taking risks to unleash my dad’s fury since he always said not to get our heads out of the window, especially us- girls.
After sneaking few doses of fresh air to endure another 10 minutes of the full-of-smoke atmosphere that dominated the car, I settled back annoyed by the seatbelt, then this song was played on sun’s radio, this song planted carnation between each other, soft smell that hugged us and brought us close, you see the result was immediate since mom started singing alon(my mom has a really nice voice) my dad hummed quietly.
I’ve didn’tlike these kinds of music at that time, so I found it boring and I asked my mom to change it, and she did, because she loves me. I guess it is true that love can bea killer.
AICHA BINT YUSIF 