The sky was clear; the sun’s rays reflecting off or the airplane. As I glimpsed out the window the sun looked beautiful through the clouds, this bought back a memory and tears began streaming down my face.
“Shoofay daloola, basich bachi 7abeebti” said my mom nudging my shoulder “look at how beautiful the clouds are.” She always had ways of comforting me with words and stroking my hair.
Since I was a little girl I had a fear of flying, but that day she made all my fears go away. That was 14 years ago, I’m 21 now. I’m on my way back to Kuwait for my mother’s funeral; she had just died in a car accident. I was already filled with the guilt of studying abroad and not having the chance to spend time with her. I chose my education over the chance at memories; I don’t think I could ever forgive myself.
“Passengers please put on your seatbelts and put your seats in upright position we will land in 5 more minutes” said the stewardess over the intercom.
I put my seatbelt on and rested my head against my pillow, closing my eyes and day dreaming as the plane prepared to land. The sudden movements as it descended mad my stomach tickle.
“This is your captain welcoming you to Kuwait, it is 7:05 a.m. and the climate is currently at 30 C. we here at British Airways hope you enjoyed your flight and hope you have a wonderful stay. Thank You” said the pilot.
I took my seatbelt off, fixing my black short sleeve blouse and dark denim jeans. I looked like one of those wannabe goth girls with my dark clothes and equally dark hair, but for once I didn’t care about my appearance.
I wanted to get home and climb into my mother’s bed and cry. I got through customs and took my bags; I began to hesitate as I walked towards the sliding doors, knowing my older brother would be there with some of my siblings, I had to be strong for them, after all I was their big sister.
“Shoofay daloola, basich bachi 7abeebti” said my mom nudging my shoulder “look at how beautiful the clouds are.” She always had ways of comforting me with words and stroking my hair.
Since I was a little girl I had a fear of flying, but that day she made all my fears go away. That was 14 years ago, I’m 21 now. I’m on my way back to Kuwait for my mother’s funeral; she had just died in a car accident. I was already filled with the guilt of studying abroad and not having the chance to spend time with her. I chose my education over the chance at memories; I don’t think I could ever forgive myself.
“Passengers please put on your seatbelts and put your seats in upright position we will land in 5 more minutes” said the stewardess over the intercom.
I put my seatbelt on and rested my head against my pillow, closing my eyes and day dreaming as the plane prepared to land. The sudden movements as it descended mad my stomach tickle.
“This is your captain welcoming you to Kuwait, it is 7:05 a.m. and the climate is currently at 30 C. we here at British Airways hope you enjoyed your flight and hope you have a wonderful stay. Thank You” said the pilot.
I took my seatbelt off, fixing my black short sleeve blouse and dark denim jeans. I looked like one of those wannabe goth girls with my dark clothes and equally dark hair, but for once I didn’t care about my appearance.
I wanted to get home and climb into my mother’s bed and cry. I got through customs and took my bags; I began to hesitate as I walked towards the sliding doors, knowing my older brother would be there with some of my siblings, I had to be strong for them, after all I was their big sister.
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