'The fields are harvested and bare
And winter whistles through the square
October dresses in flame and gold
Like a woman afraid of growing old'
Anne Mary Lawler 's words strike the bells of memories as soft chimes ring out and thoughts begin to roam the mazy corners of the mind. Last year I was preparing to leave home as I had been granted admission to a foreign university for further education 'Learning is a lifelong process' and for me it is something which has kept me alive, but'�..
Home seemed so quiet so empty so lifeless without my daughters both in their own homes now .
Someone said 'home is where the heart is' I say 'home is where the daughter is'
no soft laughter , no songs no color
no tenderness , no soft cover;
home is life only with , a daughter;
I could not decide what to cover up , what to leave behind and what to take along; nothing that I could take would fill the place of love and care that my daughters had given me; but I had a duty before me a chance in a lifetime and a place to be;
Home had seen flood waters for the past three years in the monsoon season , strange sounds and mysterious shadows seemed to appear at times. Though outside the tree stood its ground the tree that sees all bears all shares all; it changes quietly and blooms again'�.it had seen all'�
Oh Tree I leave thee to take care of all that I leave at home, here
I do not know if I will come back
But You know how much I care Its my Tree of Life'�..I was leaving my five months expectant daughter and I thought'�..
My dearest daughter I do not wish to leave you ,but for a purpose.
It was not across Aegean Sea
Nor with the swish of oars
Nor hopes or promises anew,
Dragging drowning drone
Dulled the mind,
All darkness in sight;
It was through nowhere
As time tore across bonds,
Separation sliding silent tears
Down the tender pale cheeks,
For the few young years that memory will retain,
Will we ever meet again?
Oh, why am I set, on this island ?
The Golden Fleece I do not seek,
Nor a wizard on the yellow brick road,
For what Crime or Punishment
Do I leave, a land, no more My Land.
I am a born refugee of a divided nation,
Is this The Second Migration ?

My son was calling me'�..now that both sisters had taken the turn of life away from Home.
On the way to UK my stopover was in the Middle East where I met my elder daughter. Oh what a relief it was to be with her, she rearranged my bags and made me so comfortable to travel the rest of the journey. I kept falling asleep during the brief mid journey break and before I knew I was again in the skies flying low over the land mass of Europe .I relaxed and all my tears and fears melted away.
Dear Daughter You have always been the pillar of strength'�Home is not the same without you
home is not the same -
since time took you away to your own,
you are special, you will always be,
for the love and care you have shown;
to my mom and me; and to all around you known and unknown;
for the peace you would bring
to all arguments and all things;
you are special for all you shared
held my bags dresses books and spared-
stored and saved my weakening strength;
when you gave me time,
you could have spent with your friends-
thank you dear ,May Allah make all amends -
and Bless you with joy peace and love
from all ends,
of the Heavens and Universe;
You are my precious daughter,
my life my soul I think of you always,
Always in my heart, and Never to part;
It was night. I could see lights down below as the plane flew on with a steady drone'�were they homes? Or factories? Or casinos? People were awake, maybe families together , sharing the love and fortune. Far away into the night. Thoughtless thoughts swept my consciousness
Finally the Captains voice broke the monotony of the flight. 'Ladies and Gentlemen', soon we will be landing at London Heathrow.It is a beautiful evening here in London, Hope you had a comfortable flight'�..'The usual thanking and wishing well, words.
I had come so far away. The words were lost in the mixed thoughts of separation and the strange nervousness of seeing my son ..whom I thought I would never be able to meet'�'�I picked up my black teachers bag'�My love of learning gravely took over the aching bonds of motherhood. Daughters where ever they are, even if they leave home, they remain the precious jewels in the crown of life. My dear daughters, forgive me if I have not fulfilled my part as a mother , not like the way you wished to be'�.I love you , miss you , and pray for you now and will always. May Allah Bless you with All the Health and Wealth of the World. Amen.
The airport clearance seemed an eternity. I had gone five hours back in time, this was by the worldly clock. In reality I had lost the sense of time, the line of passengers moved till I got the way'�.then I saw him 'Ammi, welcome to London '� I smiled a weak smile'�Is this really London? I looked round , Chinese Indians Sikh Americans and some Africans came in view'�.far in the distance I thought I heard the chimes of Big Ben'�now our destination was the land of Robin Hood ..Nottinghamshire.Oh'�to be in England now that Autumn is here'�..

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