“It’s a protective symbol. It takes away other people’s jealousy and envy of you.“ After we went through the meaning of envy, one of them said:
“I wish I had one.”
As a newcomer, I was still trying to establish myself. Oh who am I kidding. I’m still establishing. So, I promised to buy each of them something with an evil eye protection symbol: a necklace for the older child and a bracelet for the younger.
A few nights later, I stopped by his place for their bedtime routine. Before we started our book, his then eight-year-old said: “Bahar, I lost my necklace.”
She put me on a spot, but no big deal. I was the grown up here, the one with the evil eye culture. She’s only eight. How hard could it be? I proceeded with my mom’s positive approach. Instead of “aw, I’m sorry” I said, “That’s good. It means you were protected from something.”
Her eyes welled with tears.
What the heck? “What’s the matter honey?”
“Now what’s going to protect me?”