Waleed J. Iskandar
(By Mom)
~ I remember ~
~ I remember ~
 Writing about Waleed is not easy. With every word I write a stream of tears run down my cheeks. HOW COULD I WRITE ABOUT MY SON IN THE PAST TENSE??? But, Joseph has been after me for weeks, persuading me to start writing. Here I am trying to write down some of the remembrances of my son, Waleed ........... I remember how happy Joseph and I were when we realized that Waleed was going to be with us alone in Kuwait for four years, after his older sister and brother left for college in the USA. We did pamper him. It gave us pleasure to do anything he asked for; what ever it was. I remember that he did not mind going to school by bus, since he was the last student to get on the bus. But coming back home after school it was a no no. "Mom, please you have to pick me up from school" he used to tell me " I do not want to be the last one to be dropped off home". I remember when he came to me asking for ideas to generate money for the Student Council Society, since he was the elected president of the society. We decided that three days a week, I would prepare small pizzas and fruit juice drinks of mangos and strawberries. Take them to him at school so that he will sell them to the other students during the 10:30 AM break. This way he made a lot of money. He did not pay for the cost of neither the food nor the drink. I remember one time he had to write a report at school. He borrowed a type writer and asked me to type the report for him. I typed the report four times. He kept changing the contents. It was fine with me, since I brushed on my typing skills. He used to say "Mom only this one more time". I remember One morning, after he left to school, I got a phone call from him saying "When you come to pick me up, please bring your passport with you". He volunteered his mother to accompany the school group in their trip to the Hague and be a chaperon to the girls in the group, the teacher who was supposed to go with the group fell sick. I had one single day to get ready and leave home for a two weeks trip. This was Waleed ................ (Mom) (To be continued) |
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