{"id":6286,"date":"2021-02-11T20:40:52","date_gmt":"2021-02-11T20:40:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/cov19chronicles.com\/?p=6286"},"modified":"2021-11-17T10:51:58","modified_gmt":"2021-11-17T10:51:58","slug":"why-cant-i-touch-happiness-anymore","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cov19chronicles.com\/why-cant-i-touch-happiness-anymore\/","title":{"rendered":"Why can’t I touch happiness anymore?"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
Sweeta Durrani\u2019s poignant reflections and poems describe her pain as a mother who had to flee from Afghanistan and was thereby separated from her children<\/em>.<\/em><\/em><\/em><\/em><\/h3>\n\n\n\n
It was 3 hours and 25 minutes past midnight when I lifted my head from the pillow. I couldn\u2019t sleep as the sound of raindrops kept hitting the window reminding me of years ago – how excited and how happy I was when it used to rain. The household used to echo from the sound of my childhood. Swansea rain hits differently from rain back home. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I pulled back the curtain in the room to see what the raindrops wanted, why are they there and why is my heart so restless? The heart of the sky, the rain, is also impatient and restless, and keeps my own heart company.<\/p>\n\n\n\n