It is not for you it is for my uncle [Archives:2007/1073/Community]

By: Abdullah Bin Abri Al-Nahdi
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Saeed, a Yemeni man, got married three years ago. He has two children; Osama and Norah. “I'd travel abroad just to increase our income ” saeed said to his wife.

“You know, honey, how difficult our life will be without you” the wife said.

Saeed took his last decision and decided to travel.

“I'm traveling tomorrow, and I am leaving my family here, so please take care of them” Saeed was telling his brother, who was living next to him.

“Don't worry my brother I will do the possible for them” the brother said.

For the wife, the house wasn't the same any more since he left, “who could fill that space you left, how can we feel safe without you, would you stay for a long time there .” the wife was wondering.

Next day's morning, Saeed said goodbye to his family and kissed his two children, while the wife was wiping her tears. Then, he left his home for good.

Ten days later while the wife was clearing her room, she heard a knock at the door. It was Saeed's brother told her that Saeed arrived safely there and he found work. That news didn't make a big change for the wife as she was hoping to hear that he arrived here not there.

Months and years passed. Saeed used to send the expenses for his family through his brother. The brother was as the father for the children, and they loved him too much. Osama and his sister had been grown, and the wife started preparing answers for their wondering questions.

“Mom, why did my father leave us?” Osama asked.

“You know baby he traveled just to make our life better” the mother said.

“Mom, I don't think our life was worse than now, we live without father as we are parentless, my whole friends live with their fathers and they have good life, whenever they have problems at school or any where their fathers came and stand behind them, but we ” Osama couldn't continue he cried.

The mother hold her son and she cried too” Osama maybe today you start to feel lonely and you cried for your father, but you don't know my eyes are bleeding since the day he left home, but I was hiding my tears, being a afraid to make you sad.'' the mother said.

“Mom, we don't need that money which he sends, the money will never give us the father's love, we can't buy a father with money, and we would live even in a tent with our father Osama said.

Norah doesn't care as Osama does. For, she just loves her uncle and she couldn't even believe that there is another one called her father, who will come some day and should be loved more than her uncle.

Five years later Saeed's brother got a letter from Saeed telling him that he is coming next week.

The brother went directly to Saeed's family to tell them the news which they were waiting for five years.

Osama was the one who opened the door. “Tell your mother that your father is coming next week” the brother said.

Norah saw Osama was going to his mother happily. She went to the door. She found her uncle. she hugged him as she usually does ” your father is coming next week are you happy?” The brother said.

“Listen my uncle, do you miss someone you don't know? Do not tell me he is my father, I know, but why he did that why he left us, why, why ” Norah cried while she was hugging her uncle.

“Take it easy baby, he is coming, because he missed you” The brother said.

The week days were passing slowly for the wife, but they passed.

It was Friday morning when Saeed arrived. Osama and Norah were playing with their friends next to the house. Saeed passed next to the children while they were plying, but no one knew him. He continues until he arrived home where his wife was there. He sat for a while with his wife then he asked her about his children. She told him that they were playing out said. Saeed went directly to the children “where are Osama and Norah? I am their father” the father said.

Osama and Norah were shocked. They stood up and looked to their father. Then, they came in a hurry, the father opened his arms, he thought they would hug him, but their idea was different, they passed next to him to the house. Saeed couldn't move” this is the result of being away, I shouldn't have traveled, how many days I need to create love among us, I sold my children for money, if I would got a house and bread in Yemen is enough since it will not separate us.” Saeed was wondering.

Saeed went back home and his brother came. While they were setting in the room, the door was opened. It was Norah. She was holding a flower in her hand. She was coming to them. “Is it for me?” the father said.” No it is not for you it is for my uncle” she responded.
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