Before I take a sip from my coffee every morning, I have to hear her voice. I can’t start my day without her. I am obsessed. I knew her since I was seven, eight or maybe nine years-old. I don’t remember. She is always with me at the morning table and now she is always with me wherever I go. When I was in Baghdad, she never let me leave to school or work without listening to her.Her voice takes me high… up… up… up… up to the sky. She takes my hand and shows me how heaven looks like. As I fly with her voice, I see the birds gathering around both of us soaring high and dancing at the pure heavenly gift she has. If it rains… drip drop… drip drop, she becomes my umbrella. If it’s cold, the warmth in her voice keeps me warm. If it’s hot, she cools me. If I am angry, she calms me down. Isn’t she a godess?!
She IS a goddess, an angel, heaven on earth. She is this beautiful lady putting on the garment of love and peace. She is this romantic and magical creature who no one knows the secret behind her heavenly voice.
My day is not a day without her. My country, my life and my soul are always happy with her. She takes my breath away. She takes my pain away. She is a blessing I have with me everyday. I believe in her more than I believe in many others. A Lebanese French author once said, “We don’t see angels, but we hear HER”…
Yes, her… Fayrouz, our godess, our angel.
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