They say you have to face your trauma.
Bismillah.
I look at her
She looks at me
We stare.
‘I’m writing this piece to make peace
with myself and my past’
She laughs.
‘Take Number For-Crying-Out-Loud-When-Will-She-Understand-That-She-Has-To-Live-With-This?’
I understand that I fail to understand,
But I hope that one day I can.
