You will be condemned

Author's name: Muhammad Al-Moussawi

I'm sure I'm being buried now, but the feeling of being buried is not strange

For the first time I feel like I belong

my dad ..

Do you remember your hands when you first buried me? I was six years old in school surrounded by my friends.

I learned that the father lives in the house.

Do you remember your hands when you buried me the second time? I was tired browsing the internet and fell in love with a young man.

I learned that the love of strangers is sweeter than the love of parents.

Remember your hands when I was buried third? I turned twenty, enjoying the love and touch of strangers.

I play a lot. I flip and tumble. I get happy and upset. I grow and mature. I support myself and I forgot that I have a father.

This is my fourth burial. I was lowered into my grave. I hear many voices around me. The sand surrounds me for a moment.

It wasn't her who buried me. It was you who was burying. Or me? Who among us died, Father?