Jul 2012
Bebe Kuba* made the best Kuba ever
But one day, her hands got tired and severed,
Bebe Kuba, sang the best lullabies
But when we came to sing them back it was time for goodbyes
Like a new born baby till her last day
Creamy skin, smells like flowers so sweet, Eyes shining like beams,
Heart so pure, it couldn’t handle its own clean.
It’s true; you don’t know what you have till you lose it
And I can never twist and turn and find any good excuses.
Now you’re not near me, I am afraid, because I know man made this world so dark,
You took all your light and took it somewhere oh so far.
My heart is terribly aching, in this world I can’t stay alone
But thank you for making my uncle’s, aunt, and mom.
Knowing how wonderful Bebe Kuba was,
I have no choice, but to notice, how unbearable everyone else is.
I can’t help but know for a fact,
I will never be loved as Bebe Kuba loved me,
Love so much that they would feed me and pray for me
Love so much to stay awake all night till I fell asleep
Love me enough to ask me everyday how I’m doing, hoping I’m fine
Who could be as happy to see me as she? No one quite like Bebe
I will never be loved as Bebe Kuba loved me. Ever
Not only did she give, give and give when she was alive and well
She still gives till this very day; my strength to go on as good as I will
Although Bebe Kuba never went to college to learn what an average would learn,
She taught me the most priceless lesson an un-average person could earn.
Even if I stated this lesson now, and it sounded wise
Nobody will truly understand it unless they open their eyes,
When you feel like you have nothing look around you and see
The best thing you can have is your family.
If everyone was like Bebe Kuba, There would be no war
Iraq would still be the heavens she once adored,
Humanity would be doing what it should have been when it was first made.
So Bebe Kuba was a gift from God,
A true meaning of a human beings worth
If I do not grow to bring out in me what she is;
Then I will have failed miserably in my mission on earth.
Remember me when I loved you Bebe,
Don’t forget how much you meant to me
If I caused you any pain, forgive me.
And when I did not show the love, just know that I love you completely.
It’s never too late to find out,
Next Friday the angels will tell you what I am about.
And the Friday after that they will tell you what I will do
I will live and love and never stop thanking you.
Saturday, February 9 2008 around 9 pm
I lost
A grandmother, a friend, an angel, a treasure, the reason I am alive, the reason I ate healthy, the reason I learned to love, the reason I planned for college, the reason I wanted to pray, I lost a part of my heart, I lost me
And this is the same reason; I will be a success, I will pray to God, I will live, I will love
No matter what the horrible cost I get for doing so is.
Because if I do not, Bebe Kuba will be very disappointed when she sees me next time…
But one day, her hands got tired and severed,
Bebe Kuba, sang the best lullabies
But when we came to sing them back it was time for goodbyes
Like a new born baby till her last day
Creamy skin, smells like flowers so sweet, Eyes shining like beams,
Heart so pure, it couldn’t handle its own clean.
It’s true; you don’t know what you have till you lose it
And I can never twist and turn and find any good excuses.
Now you’re not near me, I am afraid, because I know man made this world so dark,
You took all your light and took it somewhere oh so far.
My heart is terribly aching, in this world I can’t stay alone
But thank you for making my uncle’s, aunt, and mom.
Knowing how wonderful Bebe Kuba was,
I have no choice, but to notice, how unbearable everyone else is.
I can’t help but know for a fact,
I will never be loved as Bebe Kuba loved me,
Love so much that they would feed me and pray for me
Love so much to stay awake all night till I fell asleep
Love me enough to ask me everyday how I’m doing, hoping I’m fine
Who could be as happy to see me as she? No one quite like Bebe
I will never be loved as Bebe Kuba loved me. Ever
Not only did she give, give and give when she was alive and well
She still gives till this very day; my strength to go on as good as I will
Although Bebe Kuba never went to college to learn what an average would learn,
She taught me the most priceless lesson an un-average person could earn.
Even if I stated this lesson now, and it sounded wise
Nobody will truly understand it unless they open their eyes,
When you feel like you have nothing look around you and see
The best thing you can have is your family.
If everyone was like Bebe Kuba, There would be no war
Iraq would still be the heavens she once adored,
Humanity would be doing what it should have been when it was first made.
So Bebe Kuba was a gift from God,
A true meaning of a human beings worth
If I do not grow to bring out in me what she is;
Then I will have failed miserably in my mission on earth.
Remember me when I loved you Bebe,
Don’t forget how much you meant to me
If I caused you any pain, forgive me.
And when I did not show the love, just know that I love you completely.
It’s never too late to find out,
Next Friday the angels will tell you what I am about.
And the Friday after that they will tell you what I will do
I will live and love and never stop thanking you.
Saturday, February 9 2008 around 9 pm
I lost
A grandmother, a friend, an angel, a treasure, the reason I am alive, the reason I ate healthy, the reason I learned to love, the reason I planned for college, the reason I wanted to pray, I lost a part of my heart, I lost me
And this is the same reason; I will be a success, I will pray to God, I will live, I will love
No matter what the horrible cost I get for doing so is.
Because if I do not, Bebe Kuba will be very disappointed when she sees me next time…
I wrote this when I was 18.
* "Bebe" is a colloquial Arabic word meaning grandmother
"Kuba" is a type of traditional food that is basically minced meat & spices clumped into a spherical form
I used to call her Bebe Kuba when I was just a child because I couldn't pronounce her name "Wadha" so I just pegged the best food she made to her nickname as grandmother. A lot of my ideals changed since then but I find myself agreeing with these promises I made every time I read this. That's how greatly she touched me, to the point that I would stick to certain ideologies even if I don't fully understand/agree with them.
* "Bebe" is a colloquial Arabic word meaning grandmother
"Kuba" is a type of traditional food that is basically minced meat & spices clumped into a spherical form
I used to call her Bebe Kuba when I was just a child because I couldn't pronounce her name "Wadha" so I just pegged the best food she made to her nickname as grandmother. A lot of my ideals changed since then but I find myself agreeing with these promises I made every time I read this. That's how greatly she touched me, to the point that I would stick to certain ideologies even if I don't fully understand/agree with them.
