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Facing Mortality

I feel my own mortality when I hear your voice getting frail on an off day
I remember when it used to boom
When your anger would send your fists and feet flying through doors
When you’d drive like a maniac and my knuckles would go white as I clung on
You were a force
And in your soul you always will be
But I see my own mortality in your physical signs of ageing
Before they came along I thought you were immortal
So it was the first time I accepted that one day
My body will only serve to nourish the soil that I’ll be laid to rest in

 

– Thinking of my father Arbab Mohammad Khan, whose strength and passion for life keeps my own alive!  

 

 

 

By Maz Halima

Writer, Londoner, Grime music lover, cat owner, glasses wearer, hug giver.

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