“Mom, Do you love me?”, Emerald asked her mother out of the blue. Her mom looked back at her, astonished at such unexpected and sudden question out of nowhere.
“What kind of a question is that?”, her mother answered with a question. She looked across the kitchen counter where her daughter was sitting peacefully, writing her assignment. Emerald felt disappointed since she was expecting something else.
“Uh, mom. That is not an answer.”, she replied winding up her homework with a resting face.
“Well, obviously I do, if you really needed a reply. Why would you ask me such a stupid question in the first place. Is there even a tiny shard of doubt in there?”, her mom said in an irritated manner.
“No, mom. That’s not what I meant.”, Emm gathered her notebooks so that she could leave the living room.
“Then what did you mean? What are you trying to tell me? That I don’t love you sufficiently? Now where are you going? Stay here! You have started an argument, so settle it before you leave.”, her mother said, fuming with anger.
“No mom, You are misinterpreting. I just wanted to know if you do love me. It’s not that you don’t. I just asked a simple question.”, Emerald said in a scared shaking voice, the shivering voice that barely escaped her lips.
“Then what else could you mean by such a dumb question eh? Don’t I love you? Don’t I care about you? Don’t I provide for you? Huh? Now why are you staring at me, you ungrateful child? All you’ve ever done is disappoint me. Gah. Now I am the bad guy.”, her mother started spitting fire, a fire ignited by the acid she had in her veins, the acid that set ablaze the very surroundings she had around her.
“No, mom.. That is not… “, Emerald felt a stone in her throat that choked the words that she wanted to speak. The image of her mother went blur and soon her tear filled eyes started raining.
“That is not – what? I am asking you for the last time Emm, why did you come up with that? Don’t I love you enough?”, her mom insisted her on answering back. She wiped her tears, swallowed the knot tied in her throat, held onto some courage and said, “You don’t express enough.”
~Mahaah.
December 5, 2015 at 10:11 pm
This is sad actually as most of us fail to express what we feel
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December 5, 2015 at 10:32 pm
Thank you mahaah. These things help in nights like this 🙂
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December 5, 2015 at 11:05 pm
A Nice story , some time parents forget to be loving and soft in the daily stress and struggle. this story indeed sends out a great message.
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December 5, 2015 at 11:09 pm
Exactly. They often don’t realize what effects this behavior has on those flowers.
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December 6, 2015 at 6:46 am
Aww that was heart breaking 😢
I don’t express much either. I should try to I suppose
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December 6, 2015 at 7:40 am
Yeah, you should. Sometimes words and actions are heavier than anything else.
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December 6, 2015 at 8:12 am
This is actually a very moving piece. It speaks of the psychology of the mother and why the girl asked if her mother loved her in the first place. The answer is so apparent.
This is such an amazing scene, I can imagine it in a movie about a daughter who’s insecure around her parents.
Great work, Mahaah 🙂
👍🏼
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December 6, 2015 at 10:52 am
Exactly. The italicized words show it all. Thank you so much, Hiba. 🙂
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December 6, 2015 at 11:00 am
🙂
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December 6, 2015 at 8:17 am
Same. I don’t even express at all sometimes. Idk why. I’m a big fat introvert and I find it hard.
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December 6, 2015 at 10:54 am
Introverts are exceptions I guess. But people who can write those emotions down, can speak them too. May be they don’t have the nerve. I guess.
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December 6, 2015 at 11:26 am
Maybe. But I am kinda good at making conversations online. In reality I look like a Dumbo who doesn’t even know what to say in front of somebody. It’s not that I’m shy. I just.. idk really. I feel awkward around people.
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December 6, 2015 at 1:29 pm
You’ve spent a lot of your time away from people na. May be that is one major reason. Kheyr hai. You’ll be okay. One day. Some day.
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December 6, 2015 at 10:47 am
😥 Haw
I am glad she said!
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December 6, 2015 at 10:55 am
Mhmm. I’m glad too that she did.
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December 6, 2015 at 11:27 am
Random question: Have you ever taken a picture of butterfly?
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December 6, 2015 at 1:30 pm
Lol na. I stop and watch them fly around me but I never try to take my phone out to take a photo. They never stay in one place yar. So I don’t bother.
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December 6, 2015 at 6:44 pm
(:
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December 6, 2015 at 2:08 pm
Mostly the opposite happens though. We never tell our parents how much we love them until it’s too late.
Nice portrayal of emotions, Mahaah.
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December 6, 2015 at 10:58 pm
Yeah. I agree.
Thank you Superman!
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December 11, 2015 at 12:14 pm
I have a daughter. Alhumdulillah. I really imagined her asking me this question. She is quite small now but still she keeps on showing me how much she loves me and I too do the same. I hope this thing does not disappear from our emotions as time passes by. I will remember your story In sha Allah whenever I will get into a bad mood.
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December 11, 2015 at 1:35 pm
Aw she must make you feel like the luckiest and happiest person alive! Daughters are human teddy bears 🙂 lol.
Ameen to your wishes.
Yeah, do remember. 🙂
Thanks for stopping by.
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December 15, 2015 at 5:15 am
Hahha..ya she is my teddy bear..I hug her and then sleep 🙂
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December 15, 2015 at 5:18 am
🙂
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