The day I first saw her

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,"