Childhood

Zainab
2 min readJan 14, 2019

A ten-minute drill to free write whatever comes to mind when you think about your childhood…go

studio apartment, red carpet

embracing the one gigantic blanket, spread on the four of us

running in the main hallways, a security guard politely requesting we take it outside

running in the parking lot

running to my aunt’s across the hall

frocks — red, blue, yellow, give me as many as you can

my cousin’s dialysis machine, beeping

she asking me to lay with her on the bed caressing my hair, telling me princess stories

seeing monsters through the kitchen wall

turning the other way to sleep

Liberty state park, my second home

Riding tricycles, bicycles, skipping rocks

Amee and Abbu argue- run to aunt’s to tell her

waiting for the elevator, pressing the down button — once, twice, thrice, until it comes

on lucky days, Amee buys glittery blue butterfly hairpins and on Fridays, she cooks pulao

a human size stuffed doll with long hair — my first lesson in braiding from my cousin

can’t draw a star in Pre-K, start crying until teacher puts red lipstick on you and takes your picture — see, you look beautiful when you smile — with red lips

three nights in Canada during the summertime, three attractions — Niagara Falls, Botanical Gardens, Dolphin Show

Abbu goes to Pakistan often, we wait for his calls, running to the phone when it rings at 8 pm

cousin dies, aunt’s house is over-crowded with women, my first visit to a funeral home, my first time seeing a dead body

we put stuffed animals on the window sill because we heard angels visit — she will visit, we are adamant and sure

moving to a new house

nightmares, screaming each night, Abu recites prayers and holds me close

nightmares go away, I get my own, little room

contents of the dressing table knocked down every time brothers and I fight

Quran classes with Sheikh Ramadan — he promises chocolate every time you recite a memorized Surah

move to Pakistan — miss home, miss everything about home

quiet, sheltered, obedient

van rides to P.S. 16, always early

report card must be good, meaning nothing less than a B, preferably nothing less than an A

make friends with everyone at school

love school, sometimes more than home

Ramadan during winters

must put mendhi on for Eid, must have matching bangles and jewellery

lectures on religion, education, relationships lasting hours and hours

study study study

omelette for breakfast on Sundays followed by Dunkin Donuts

9 pm, lights shut, go to sleep

growing up, year by year

complicated, confused, lost

— end of childhood —

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Zainab
Zainab

Written by Zainab

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