I want my perfect loved one
No missing arm
No broken teeth
No scratches on her face
No tears in her eyes
I want her with tidy blonde hair
I want her to be perfect!
I just made her a red dress from my old one
Painted her eyes with my older sister’s eye liner
Polished her nails
Prepared her to celebrate Eid
My mother said” leave the doll, we don’t have time”
I cried, and cried
She is not my doll,
She is my daughter; I gave her a beautiful name
We used to talk every night
She understood my fear
But, she is still there, under the house
Waiting for me