M5 who is five years old, drew this picture of herself. I was enchanted, and wanted her to give it to me, but she refused. The reason she give me — she didn’t have a picture like it of herself. The solution she suggested was that I should take a a photo of the original, and that’s what I did.
I had come for a visit to Dallas with few clothes, and I was juggling them with continuous washing. Last evening M5 asked me as to why I kept wearing the same clothes. I told her I was hoping she was going to lend me some, specially the green dress which her paternal grandma had sent. No was the answer.
Fed up with my teasing, she told her mother that she doesn’t want me to come again. I said, “Okay! I won’t be coming again.” Her mother chided her, “How can you say this to my mother.” I went outside to pluck out the crab grass, and other weeds. M5 followed me wanting to talk to me, and I wasn’t talking. I told her I would only talk to her if she let me borrow her clothes. She relented, telling me she wanted me to come again on a visit, and I could borrow clothes from her.
Children are really sweet. They can’t differentiate that a grownup won’t be able to wear their clothes.
A picture of me drawn by M5. Look at the pin in in my hijab. She drew it after her first refusal to share her clothes with me. She was trying to appease me.
She just came into my room, and gave me her own picture as a gift to take with me. Now I have both — hers’, and mine.
I will treasure them always.