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