A father writes about his son from pregnancy until the age of six.. Six year of your age is war and what is in between
English - Saturday 21 August 2021 الساعة 10:10 am
Mocha, NewsYemen, Ismail Al-Qadi:
Six whole years have become your age, Ayham. The situation has not changed since your mother carried you six years ago. The war started while you were a fetus and you completed your sixth year and there is no solution in sight to stop it. You are like most Yemeni children who were born before or after you that year.
Six years I shared with you three by three, I remember I wrote about you for the first time three years ago and I am no longer a media student, and I stayed with you three lounging around you. The lowly, a private school that is not possible to study far from your mother, a mosque and the mosque is far from our house, and I am afraid that it will catch up.
Six years will complete it. And you will stand six or twice as many white hairs in my head for what you have incurred in thinking about your future, for your dreams, for what you want. I plan what it would be like as a father seeing his son grow up in his arms thinking of his child.
Six years in which I started home schooling for you. Perhaps what you learn today will benefit you when you enter school after a few days. Unfortunately, the teacher who last year taught children the basics of elementary school has refrained from teaching at home, and I am the one who bears that reluctance until today and I have not reached a result.. Did you know that you attended school this year?
Years passed quickly from your life. I wish you were younger in order to avoid the projectiles flying around you, but you insist on growing up quickly, you insist on being a soldier sometimes with Brigadier General Tariq, and another time with Zarnuqi, and another one that invalidates that view and you want education and travel, which is the best so that all people do not remain soldiers.
A few days ago we went to the Mocha center and I was at that time lost while you were talking to me about Mocha. He talked to me about the sea, the port, and the ships. “I said this is a state.” I don’t know where you got that word “state” from, but I believe your prophecy as a father and I want you to participate in its renaissance, in building it and it has to be What will it be in your next days?
Whenever I stop thinking, I whisper your word, and it is not your habit to talk to me about it, all your talk about things about cartoon heroes about Dragonball characters, I didn't have to follow them with you to answer you the time and place of your question, so we talked about the green with the turban, what is his name..? Before you say that the state is here. I was puzzled and almost pronounced his name. But you were not convinced and went down in your memory until you mentioned his name and yelled "Picalo".
Six years we bid farewell to your age and receive seven. From today until next Monday, I may think of a birthday worthy of your position, worthy of a child who lived as a fetus under the rubble of planes and anti-aircraft forces near the Sana’a camps, and the transportation and transportation crisis in the following days was swallowed up. A six-year-old who understands war, the soldier, the military, the martyrs, and the hazelnut, he distinguishes the soldiers of Tariq, the soldiers of the Zaraniq, the soldiers of Tihama, and the giants.. they fight al-Houthi.
And you insist on growing up and counting the years..!
