![]() ![]() And it clearly wasn’t-the past was alive and well, in one form or another, and it not only coexisted with the present, but continued to wrangle with it. In any case, for me to stop living in the past, it would have to be dead. Her wounds would heal and she would retain only what was best. She too would begin to revisit the past once it had grown a little, and she would dwell on it for hours-even were it to consist of nothing but misery. She was kindhearted and meant well but she was only half formed. She, on the other hand, was in her early twenties and, however gloomy the present may be, she still had her whole future before her. How could someone my age, to some degree or another, not live in the past? Being in my seventies, most of my life was behind me and very little of it still lay ahead. I kept asking myself whether I really did live in the past, but all I could come up with were further questions. I tossed in the dark as Maha’s stinging pronouncement played over and over in my head. All I could hear were the words ringing in my ears, “You’re just living in the past, Uncle!” “I owe you.” He turned away and slowly climbed the stairs.Ī host and his guest were having a heated discussion on television, and even though I was right up against the screen, their faces were nothing but a blur and I couldn’t tell what they were saying, despite their raised voices. ![]() Placing his hand on my shoulder, he leaned down and kissed the top of my head. I was sitting on a chair set smack in front of the television and Maha’s husband got up from the gray sofa where they had both been seated and came over to me. Go calm her down and comfort her,” I muttered. You know how much she loves and respects you.” In a voice speckled with shame, he added, “She’s a nervous wreck and can’t help herself.”īefore I could think of anything to say, the sound of her fitful sobbing reached us from the second floor. “Hey, Maha, where are you going? Come back! Maha!” But she was already hurtling up the stairs that led to the second floor. Luay, her husband, was upset and he called out after her, his face flushed. “You’re just living in the past, Uncle!” Maha burst out as she ran from the living room after our argument. ![]()
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