If memory serves me correctly
I was wearing a little white tank top and a short black skirt ...
I had been raised orthodox Muslim
So I never before worn such revealing clothing while in my fathers presence ...
When we finally arrived
The chauffeur escorted me and my younger sis, Laila
To my father's suite ...
As usual he was hiding behind the door waiting to scare us ...
We exchanged as many hugs and kisses as possible in one day ...
My father took a good look at us ...
Then, he sat me down on his lap and said something I will never forget ...
He loooked me straight in the eyes and said:
"Hana, everything God made valuble in this world is covered and hard to get to ...
Where do you find diamonds ???
Deep down in the ground, covered and protected ...
Where do you find pearls ???
Deep down at the bottom of the ocean, covered and protected in a beautiful shell ...
Where do you find gold ???
Way down in the mine, covered over with layers and layers of rock ...
You've got to work hard to get to them"
He looked at me with serious eyes ...
"Your body is sacred ...
You're far more precious than diamonds and pearls ...
And you should be covered too"
1 comment:
This is sooo nice! Also love Hana & Laila!
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