Shattering Images
Zein Al Maha Oweis
I wake up disoriented.
How did I get here? Must be my mind playing tricks on me again.
I take a look around. I am in my living room. Parquet lining the whole of the place with walls painted in blue. Blue as the sea yet, still resembling the old living room. My mother loves blue. It’s her muse. Must be why she changes everything to blue like the couch I am lying on or the chairs that sit in front of our TV. It is full of light resembling the happiness that complements the house. I can still remember how we used to sit next to the fireplace and roast marshmallows while my mother retold her childhood adventures to us.
Music fills the air giving me warning that mom is awake..
Really? Why does she have to play the same classical music everyday? I understand you like Frank Sinatra but it’s a Friday. It’s pajama day for God’s Sake. Ah! Shu hada!
My mum is a typical Jordanian mother. Works during the day and comes home to take care of us in the afternoons. She is amazing. She is full of positive energy it’s her life motto.
As I shuffle to my room I observe everything around me. The corridors are filled with pictures lining the wall. Mom always keeps everything in order even pictures on the walls have to be in place. I stop and look at the beautiful memories. A picture of my sister and I in the snow, of our family trips around the world but, I am glad someone likes to keep memories around the house besides me.
My life has become shattering images on the edges of the discarded mirror.