IN MEMORY OF
People start mentioning your goods after you die.
They notice the pieces you left.
You just become notably famous.
Something I’ve noticed in the life of most Artists.
I asked myself why?
Why do we only know about a person only after their death?
Is it because of the collected memories?
Or is it because when people loose someone dear to them they start only mentioning the goods?
Why do we go corrupted when we loose someone.
I lost that someone.
Someone who may have not know how much she meant for me.
She was what kept the whole family sane.
What a loving mother should women aspire to be like.
Hearing her laughter & jokes, because she always loved people’s smile.
She accepted everyone, and always had her door open.
She would always cook for the whole family, because she didn’t want anyone to sayhe/she are hungry.
She was always a very respectful person, who always had manners in regards of visiting the sick, mourn for the dead, and celebrate with everyone during their happy moments.
Beautiful inside out.
No matter how much I would describe her, it won’t be enough.
Your soul will always be with me.
May you rest in peace my dear Grandma Aziza.
I still till now can’t believe it, I can already feel how you will welcome us whenever we knock the door.
I can hear your laughter, inside of my head.
I am really sorry my dear grandma, I know that I was not always near you, and I didn’t show you that much love.
But, I swear to God, that you meant the world to me. For me, you were what kept this world balanced for your love to everyone.
You see my grandma was my artist.