Because I’m a magician.
I’ve been thinking about magic tricks for a while and this was one of the two parts I came up with. Sometime in the future, I will definitely write the other story if you want me to, but till then, I do hope you enjoy this!
“Jaadugar – a magician”.
In 1999, when I was ten, my dad took me to a magic show. The show was at four in the morning and I tried convincing him to let me sleep but nothing worked that day. “Rahim, this
What people forget about magicians is that our most prominent trick is one that almost everyone has mastered. It’s sawing love stories in half for some and healing hearts for others. We break hearts and we have broken hearts too. So yes, this is my love story.
A week after my father’s funeral (2013, I think?), I was in Istanbul doing my first magic show. I figured that my dad’s hometown would be the best place for my first magic show. The show was meant to be a metaphor for my gratefulness to have a father like him. He was the
We met day after day and spoke about all kinds of things. I came up with magic tricks just for her and she wrote poetry for me. I would give her rainbow roses that I’d spent all night coloring, and she’d recite Shakespeare or Frost with lines that she’d added for me. Would it be too much to say it was magical?
On our fiftieth date, we had our first fight. It was twenty days before our marriage and I think I got cold feet. I couldn’t remember anything that had happened in the last forty nine dates and I could not think of any reason why this beautiful woman named Leila would be in love with me. Even as we fought, we did what we knew best. She would weave the most beautiful sentences and call them reasons why she loved me. I would wear a metaphorical blindfold and manage to walk on the wrong piece of rope. But at the end of that fight, the poet said something to the magician and the fight got resolved. We got married and had twenty children. No, I’m just kidding. We have two.