I was shopping the other day and on the radio another song was on.
I was singing along with my little one, and one of your rare Arabic songs came up.
Are you haunting me with your playlists??
I was reading a book I know you would have loved.
I was watching a movie, you would have recorded on an old VHS.
I took a picture of my little one, you would have put in the family album.
I see you smiling at her when she giggles.
You know, I even see you sometimes in her when she frowns, though no one sees it except me.
I know you were not the perfect father, and I am sorry for not being a perfect daughter.
I just miss looking at you swaying with the beat of a rhythm.
I just miss you…
continued from الحكاية علامة شفاء الراوي