Ruhi Hanan

Joined September 2024

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I AM HER
I am the petals of life withering with time. I hear the orchestras of Nostalgia playing Mother’s favourite song. I wonder about turning five again, viewing the world from my father’s back.
By Ruhi Hanan about a year ago in Poets
The Gentleman, My Father
I was four, stepping into kindergarten, giant tears streaming down my cheeks, letting fluid escape my nostrils. My mother knelt at the gate, wiping my face with a squared floral handkerchief pinned mirroring an isosceles triangle. I would look into her eyes and plead, “Do not abandon me.” She would return it with a sigh entangled in warmth and say, “You’ll love it in there.” I would plead, looking at my father with the intention that at least one of them would hand out their arm to me, and the horror would meet its fate.
By Ruhi Hanan about a year ago in Writers