The Woods

By Samira Oulaillah

"To die and be reborn.

Without these you are but a troubled guest on the dark earth".

Goethe

You may never receive this letter,but wherever you are, I am sure you will read it.

It has been already two years since God took you away from meand I am crying for your absence.

You have been present in my life for more than twelve years.More than a third of my modest life.

I feel so lonely. Sad. Without a life.

They took away, without notice, all that was the most precious to me.

They amputated a part of myself.

Even the best transplants in the world won't bring me back what I have lost:you.

Even if I know you are safe up there, I can't help it but be jealous of the ones who see youeveryday day. I envy the Creator who fully enjoys your

company.

In my eyes the Creator is only a selfish destructor.Nothing else.

Days go very quickly...our anniversaries, celebrations...the years...

Your absence eats into me, consumes me, deep inside.

Sometimes, I want to join you. A few tablets would sort me out. I know it.I would only have to close my eyes and wait to see your angel's face

coming out of the mist.

"Live your life" will you endlessly whisper to me."Enjoy life to the fullest until the day we meet again" will you keep repeating to me.

I am not living life to the fullest yet.I don't even have the seed of happiness yet.

But I promise that when the time comes, I will plant those seed of happiness into the soil,one by one, and will water them with great care.

I will take care of them so that one day, I can enjoy the legacythat you have left me.

I love you Karim.Sleep quietly my little angel.

Sleep peacefully until the day we awake together.

Your wife.Forever yours.

Hanane Oulaillah-Jazouani