The question filtered thick and suffocating like the dust particulates
“Why do they bomb us? Did we do something wrong?”
Moussa clutched his
“No my sweet. We did nothing wrong.”
“Then why daddy?
His eyes searched the room as if the answer might have fallen somewhere amidst the
“Should we be mean to make them stop?” Eliana continued.
“Well sweetie. You know we try to
“Yes...But it might stop them from cutting you!”
He
He wanted the bludgeoning, the bloodshed to stop. Desperately. And he’d lost
“I guess, little one. But...I suppose would rather try to help heal what
“That’s silly. And rude. Well, I guess it’s nice too...
“Probably they will try. But they won’t
“What’s most important, Daddy? Being alive,
“Kindness.” He more told himself than her.
“Kindness?”
“Yes. Kindness. It lives forever.”
“You
“Like being nice. It’s more than that. I think it’s like treating people — all
It was a
“You mean like how you take care of me,
“Yes, sweetie. How I try. More like Mommy though. Like how Mommy took
“Takes! Mommy still takes care of me, you know? She makes me feel safe at night.”
“Really? I
“Does she still take care of you?”
“She must. We’re still here. Even with my
“See,” she said without thinking of sarcasm. “She keeps us alive.”
“But Daddy,” she returned to
“Syrian. Yes. They are Syrian too. We all are.”
It wasn’t a direct hit today, but enough to jar
The scent of the debris ripped Moussa’s imagination alert, hurtling him unwillingly
That fateful day Jasmine, Eliana’s mother, had
Jasmine, newly
“Mimi” was the lightly stuffed cloth doll Eliana’s grandmother had sewn when she was a but a girl
With a mother’s instinct Jasmine handed Eliana down to her father who had dumped his armful of
Just as the obscene bomb screamed down. That damnable moment. Collapsing the
With
Furiously, he dug and hurled, and clawed, and scraped. Furiously.
The impact had been
As he thought of what the attack had done to Jasmine’s strong yet delicate form, Moussa
Why hadn’t he scrambled for the doll?
Why hadn’t he gotten them into the
Why hadn’t he gotten them out of Ghouta when perhaps he had the chance?
Why.
When the word erupted in his head, most often
“Why, Daddy?
Last month — on her 7th birthday, Moussa had given Eliana two small presents. The first was to
The second gift was a pretty dress for Mimi. Like with the
He had had to overcome internal resistance to cut the glowing
Yet the dress was
Eliana was singing softly to Mimi as she cradled her close.
“Oh
May she grow loving to pray and to fast
Oh God Make her
It was a lullaby Jasmine used to sing when Eliana was first born. But he had only
“The one who loves
and the one who hates you will go away”
How did Eliana know the lyrics? How could
Eliana’s tiny fingers had fallen into their new routine — a calming rhythm as they traced the
Suddenly she stopped, both her singing and caressing, and turned her face to look up into her
“Why Daddy? Why are they so mean?
The relentless question stung the air like sarin gas. It came more often than the bombs.
His eyes burned. His throat tightened, burning too. He simply had no words. Nothing left to offer. The
The siege had cut him
“Daddy, why?”
“BOOM. BOOM.” A fresh round of bombs. Mercifully, the percussion blasts broke the
Unable to answer his daughter and give her a fair measure of
He had lost his grasp on hope — perhaps it first slipped his grasp in those moments his
In hope’s place were only angry wisps of smoke. Noxious. Ethereal. Insubstantial. Yet disturbingly
He had wanted so urgently to comfort his daughter. To fill the air with answers. To fill her
As he knew he could no longer fulfil this elemental responsibility, a dark
He fell into a trance-like state,
Lulled into sweet darkness with the drum line cadence of bombs in the
A long, twisted piece of metal rebar, still half-wrapped in concrete. It was as if the bomb
The haunting symmetry arose in Moussa’s mind. He’d unearthed this
Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.
Moussa’s arm rose slowly in the darkness. Eliana
As her cheek grazed
Alarmed at both the guttural sounds and the
She saw the anguish on her father’s
Just then, a gust of wind and shimmer
So sparked flickers of hope and
The whispering wind slipped away as fast as it had come. But its
As did the pure scent of
Light spilled onto the path ahead. Their future began to clear.
When the bomb had fallen
This is how his ladder of hope — hope corroded through
He needed the rugged frame of reference Jasmine’s wisdom
Like refastened legs, relentless kindness would brace them ever stronger
Yes rung by rung and stitch by stitch they would rebuild their broken world. He
Moussa
Moussa also realized then that Jasmine had lived and died true to the
Indeed, though he was no longer asking or being asked the question, “Why are they mean?” his wife had
Hints were also tucked deep into the doll Jasmine had selflessly leapt
“Daddy. Why do I love my dolly so much — even though she got broken?”
“Well. I think
“Do I remind you of Mommy?”
“Yes,
“And, Eliana, you know what?”
“What Daddy?”
“If I listen
“Daddy.”
“Yes dear?”
“Mimi likes that you
“And
“Yes, my little one.”
“Sometimes I forget just what Mommy looks like. But it’s ok ‘cause
“She absolutely does, Angel. She absolutely
“I want to look like Mommy when I grow up.”
“You already do, my child. And, you know what? In
“Daddy. You already do. I’ve seen it in your smile. And now
She returned to singing.
“I will take you on a little trip, to place where there are
and each time the wind blows, I will pick an apricot for Mimi
Hey Lina,
So that we wash the clothes of Mimi and hang them up on the jasmine
He returned to crying. Tears of rising hope and defiant joy.
And he cleared his throat to
“Our loved ones have left home
Gone away without saying goodbye
When I went by their place one
No one was there to invite me in
All I found was a crying
Regret stopped me short and pinned my feet to the thorny ground
I sought in vain to learn what had
From the houses in which they once lived
Alas my tears stained the walls of their
Oh cavalier of the caravan, if you come across them
Let them know that I still cry for
Tell them my loving eyes haven’t yet closed in sleep
The good nights are gone that should have
Do tell our loved ones who’ve moved away
That for anyone, hardship never lasts
Hardship never lasts forever
Hardship never lasts forever”
Eliana was cradled in her Daddy’s