flashback:
Amazing it is to have somebody you can rely on, to know that no matter how tough life gets you always have arms to run to without the fear of being judged or misunderstood.
That person for me as most people in the universe is the one who brought to this world, my mother.
I sank further into the back seat of my car, holding a small emerald box. A gift I brought for my mother dearest, the kindest of them all.
She sacrificed her whole life and youth into raising the man I became today. She dressed me, fed me, and made sure I never lacked anything nor let me shed a single tear. The person who never thought of herself only me and my well-being.
Today was her birthday, how excited I was to see her reaction to this little surprise we prepared for her.
I rolled down the window and let the morning fresh air invade us. Me, my secretary and my driver/
I don't understand why people prefer sleeping over waking up to this awesome weather, they don't know the beauty and benefits they are missing. I watched as the trees shake softly harmonizing as this soft wind hit them.
Heaven, that's what it was, to be able to see this amazing world and its magical nature, its endless charm never fails to draw me in.
Weird, how these people outside aren't aware of all this, the looks on their faces every morning like they prefer not waking up. We are only by-passers aren't we? Why should we relax and feel the bliss we are in.
We all have got only some time left for us to join the other side, another world where only what you did while you were alive matters, why wouldn't enjoy it.
Problems, they will all pass and some new ones will appear, if you wait for them to end to be happy then that would make you depressed for life.
I exhaled as a bundle of wind hit my face, close my eyes and feel it, that's what my mother always tells me to do. I used to get confused and wonder what does she mean?
Now I know, close your eyes and feel the mobility of this world, the vibes every element sent. Fresh air, the twittering of birds, the roaring of engines, and the talking of people. It isn't noisy, it's life-full. A feeling you get inside that you are a part of this busy world and for people like it is a reminder to make my name known and engrave it as a good example for seven billion people to know.
My phone vibrated in my pocket interrupting my thoughts.
"Hello?" I answered, unfocused still watching as students walk to school ready to start another uneventful day, tired, not aware that they are at their best days, where they still can dream and be free in imagining their future, no matter how sad their life gets, they still have hope. It was never late for them to fix their mistakes, it's never late for anyone, however, they are still young and still trying to understand life. Didn't we all try to do?
"Sir, the UK organization called," the person on the other line informed.
My eyes widened at such news, thank god, what happy news on such an important day. I cleared my through and straightened my posture.
"Good, did they tell you when is the meeting?" I
replied keeping my tone authoritative business-like."Tonight, at eight PM, sir,"
"What? That would be impossible for me to fly today," I said feeling slightly annoyed, this can't be happening, not today!
"Remember it's important, sir,"
"Nothing is more important than my own mother," I yelled, making Sarah look at me confused at my sudden outburst.
What a way to ruin someone's mood.
I took a deep breath, remembering this too would make her happy and proud.
"Okay, I will meet you at the airport, get everything set," I informed him before hanging up the phone and turning to Sarah.
"Stop the car!" I ordered Amayas.
The car stopped, revealing we were at a high school entrance.
"I need to leave, Sarah," I told her frowning, she really was like a younger sister to me.
"Why?" she said sadly.
"Because they called,"
"Oh, Ya Allah!!!! This is so great!! your mother would be so proud, what an excellent gift it would be for her," She said jumping up and down at the back seat of my car, as her blonde waves bounced with her.
I stared at her, not sure she understood the issue.
"I know, right," I said averting my eyes away, back to looking at the world again, I needed a moment.
I noticed as a short hijabi girl walked holding her bag tightly stressed and afraid. She passed by us and exhaled.
My eyes widened, my pupils dilated, what a beauty she was just like a little angel!
Her white fair skin was glowing under the early sun rays, her brown eyes shone, her small rosy lips pouting, I swear she was the most beautiful girl with a black hoodie and oversized jeans.
She bit her soft pink full lips and hung her head low, as her small knuckles turned white from the tight grip on the bag.
Something was wrong and I knew it, what was she afraid of?
"Let's wait until she gets in," I whispered to Sarah, noticing she was just as curious as I was, observing the small beauty in front of us. I swear her innocent beauty will keep hunting me down for a while.
She gathered some courage and stepped inside, only to be hit by a rock, she kept walking as nothing happened as a tanned girl approached her. What the hell? Why isn't she reacting? Is it a new trend to hit students with rocks?
I got out of my car followed by Sarah, I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes, reminiscing my middle school days.
The mean girl gripped her headscarf and throw it to the ground, falling flat into the mud, getting dirty. Don't they have security or something?
Why wasn't she reacting?
I saw as everyone laughed and recorded the whole encounter, she finally decided to get hold of what she surely considered her dignity. Tears streaming down her face harshly, poor little thing, my heart ached for her.
Finally, some guy throws the scarf in her direction, she gripped it and run inside, the dirty thing wrapped around her long brown hair messily.
Everyone saw what she was trying to hide, I really felt sorry for her, how could they be so cruel?
Suddenly, I remembered the scarf Sarah got for my mother, I grabbed it from the car and put some tissues and a note and put it all inside the black box.
I turned to a shocked Sarah, handing her the stuff.
"Take this and follow her,"
He caught me off guard as he slung me on his back, effortlessly, like I was lighter than a feather. He let out some chuckles as I squirmed and never let him have his way. People watched, confusion, curiosity, and even disgust written on their faces. They wondered why would such a fine man carry a homeless girl like me. Me either. I felt my heart beat so fast; I was scared and also curious why he is doing this? However, I had no choice but to follow. What if he wasn't bad and is just trying to help? People still stared, they watched and saw how I slept in that dirty corner, all dirty with dust and mud; they witnessed how I ate those sandwiches I afforded to buy, like I never ate food my whole life, a week of suffering, agony, and pain. Guilt and dilemma were eating me. Did I do the right choice? Life turns and turns until we find ourselves in different situations, different places with different people, that's among life's secrets. It's too fake and
" Karima honey, get down here. Your dad has a surprise for you" shouted my dad from the living room.He is here, my father is home.I run down the stairs excited to see my, I long for him. He is a fireman and has been away for three days. I know for some people it would be normal, but for me, No!!!I adore my dad, he has been here for me since the day I was born, for a whole 13 years he never said no to me. He treats me like a princess, and took care of me, my mom is a surgeon so she is rarely home, I spend most of my time with my daddy.I saw him sitting on the couch in the living room holding a sky blue box, while tapping his foot on the ground impatiently.Onething My Father dislikes is waiting, and well I made him wait.I bounced on him hugging from behind. Tightly letting him know I missed him so much. He turned around and looked at me, chuckling softly while pating my head." Oh, your daddy misses you too, prin
"Honey, wake up." a soft tender voice told me." It's time for you to wake up, dear." It said again.Who is this? Who could wake me up?OH! IT'S MOM.
Did you ever ask yourself these questions?Why does everyone I got close to leave me?Am I the reason behind there departure?Do I have a fatal disease that drive every person away from me?Well, I never wondered such things until this moment.I stood there looking at my one and only childhood friend, Tania, as she jokes and laughs with the most unexpected people, My bullies.I made my way to the school entrance ignoring the stinging feeling in my heart. She got tired of me.Is that a new feeling? No.Did I expect that? absolutely yes.I was always wondering when would she get tired of me and my pathetic excuse of a life. As they all did.Everytime I think I made a friend, they leave and side up with 'them'.Tania, was different. She was my savior, my shoulder to cry on, the person who always catch me before I fall.She was my only hope, the person that cleans
Everyone was laughing at my weak state, some even recorded.My whole life I covered myself, now everyone saw my hair, saw me in such pathetic state.A coward, a crybaby.My hijab off.My whole life, I was nice to everyone, I helped anyone, never judged nor insulted anyone.Only because my precious god told us to do good to those who did bad to us and never stop at their level, it was the most painful punishment.Yet, all that people did is despise me, judge me, insult me. Why?Is it because I had no one to protect me?, or was it all a test from god?I never let anything get to me, not even when Melissa and her friends, beat me up.Not even when I saw my childhood friend with my enemies.However, this was inacceptable. They took it too far. *She* took it too far.I looked at my reflection i
"Where the hell did you get that scarf from?" He roared,There we go again."I-I- got this from a friend." I stuttered,I stopped to face him as I was midway through the stairs trying to go to my room without him noticing me, but guess what?Mission escape failed."From a friend? What friend huh? since when do you have friends, you worthless piece of shit?" He shouted making me flinch at his tone.His face and eyes were bloodshot, he was reeking of alcohol and he was angry. I started shaking in fear knowing I was doomed and there is no one to save me from his wrath.He will hit me again for sure.Ya Allah! When would all this stop?"It was from a classmate of mine..... s-since mine g-ot d-d-irty." I said slowly looking down, not daring to meet his furious calculative eyes.He chuckled darkly, his hoarse voice echoing through the whole empty house."It was from a guy, right?" He slurred, his words barely aud
"Strip,"I froze after hearing what the devil himself said.I didn't know what to or what to say. He smirked, pleased by my weak and vulnerable state. I hugged myself tighter, afraid.How to escape? What kind of sick joke is this?I raised my shaking eyes, daring for the first time to meet his fixing gaze. He stood there in all his glory, waiting for me to submit to his sinful demand. A tear slipped down my face, looking at the door, hoping, praying someone would come and save me from this shameless man in front of me."Don't you dare run, trust me, you will only make it worse for you," And I cried, fat tears started streaming down my pale face like a flowing river, not daring to stop.I knew too well what he was talking about; he was trying to steal away the innocence and pureness I was trying my entire life to protect. He wanted to discard me like a flower and leave me unwanted and dirty.I run to the door, trying to open it.
"Is it true?"She said, venom dripping from each word she mouthed.She looked at me her always sweet soft eyes that made me feel home and made me fight anything in order to see them always sparkling are now distant. She believed him the only liar in this room.Nothing can describe the panic and shock I was experiencing. This can't be happening.She was my mother; she was the only person I have; she is my only family. I can't stand losing her too.I shook my head, silent tears flowing down my face, not believing every bit that my own mother, the one that brought me to this cruel world, her own flesh and blood would think that low of me."Trust me, honey, she is lying, can't you see how reasonable is this, she must be too lonely, she doesn't even have friends," I stayed silent, "don't believe her tears, it's because I turned her down," Oh Ya Allah.I froze in my place waiting for my mother's reaction and then it hit me.Of