For my Daughters

After a full day, i was walking home when
a young Bangladeshi girl named Afifa
had taken several wrong turns off the train 
and was lost.
She stopped me to ask for help. 
Like several other people today. 
We soon caught our bearings and walked her 
20mins in the direction of where she lived. 
Along our walk she told me of her parents
her mother that cries and worries all the time for no reason
She told me about her bad day and that she left school

feeling angry. 
She asked me if I had children
She told me she loved music and that she missed it 
her new school has no music program
She continued again and again to ask me if I
“knew how to get back to my home from here.”
the here that was approaching the opposite direction from 
where i was going. 
Upon arriving to her street 
after we reviewed a system on how to remember 
her way home
she remarked,
“there is my mother.”
across the street the excited, relieved and concerned
mother stood, with her hands waving 
in the air. 
We crossed the street safely once we were given 
the signal. 
And her mother, Afifa and I all hugged to say 
thank you and goodbye. 
“I now know where you live” she shouted back at me.
One day my daughter too will need to find her way
back home.
#ratchetdharma

*Virtuous, Pious, God-Fearing and Devoted to God > Afifa (Arabic) عَفيفة

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