I remember last year today, following the BB assasination, our car got stoned on the way back from my mothers house to ours, literally a 5 minute distance. Suddenly my entire world seemed so vulnerable and I was petrified of stepping out. Everything was unfamiliar, strange, alien. After that incident even the well beaten path to my moms house was fraught with darkness. But as most things dark do give way to light, and the memory of last years terror has faded to blurriness to the extent that the same route now has a totally different meaning. *Allah Shukar*
As we leave our house we see a couple of fountains, so “mmummmummm” and then the mall so he immediately makes a chomping sound and gurgles showing how we have ice cream there. Barely a few metres down his absolute favourite Olpers shopboard is there and he lets out a yell of excitement “deddddiiiiiii!!!!”. Next is the ATM so he makes the gesture of me reaching into my bag for a card and looks at me for approval, a BBQ joint where the fires are lit have him fooing away and then finall he points out khala’s house and the yucky canal water before he starts his chant of “ninnaaah ninnah” as my mom’s place nears. It feels good to have the memories of last year completely wiped out by these excited landmarks- becomes harder with each passing day to remember how scared I was of the same distance that today brings a laughing smile to my face.