Farah: Maya, sometimes I wonder—is Amman a bride, a wife, or a child?
Maya: Amman is a bride, bold and eager, ready to embrace the beauty of marriage. She dreams of perfecting every corner of her world—painting the walls, adorning the doors, and laying down each stone with care. Bougainvillea blooms like purple ribbons, the same shade as her wedding-day lips, winding through every alley and over every gate.
Then there’s Amman, the wife—transforming a house into a home, a single tree into a wild garden, one roundabout into eight thriving circles. She’s matured, evolving from a bride into a steadfast companion, sheltering us all as her children beneath her expansive embrace.
And then, there’s Amman the child—untamed, full of wild energy, eager to explore. A child who chases the wind with cotton seeds, delighting in how they drift and scatter, how the sun plays upon them, and how water melts them away, like secrets lost to the world.
Farah: So, we agree—Amman is a woman. She learns, she teaches, she grows with us. She is the constant—this woman who shapes our lives and stays with us, always. Amman is the heroine in each of our stories.
Al Weibdeh, Amman
15/9/24
Farah & Maya as coauthors.
FrequencyForty 