“Ya Allah! God damn it! Ali! Ali! Go get dressed quickly! He went out again. How many times should I tell you?”
“I am not my father’s keeper.”
“I hate it when you say that; it worries me. Never ever say that again. Go after him before anything bad happens.”
“Here we go! The usual drama begins.”
“Shut up and go! Quick!”
It was not an unfamiliar task for Ali; he had done it a hundred times. So he started searching the nearby alleys, clubs and shops, but in vain. This time was different. He lost his father to dementia forever.
Artfully stated. I have lost both of my parents in the same maze.
I can feel the sadness and fear underlying the frustration of a family’s loss from a parent’s deconstruction. A touching story.
emotionally powerful; semantically gripping.