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 saidâ€‌ leave the doll, we don’t have timeâ€‌
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