I Hate you! (1/4)
by Asma Abu Dahab At 14 November 2008 Hour 20:07 PM
I Hate You! (1/4)
A cold day it was. I still feel the chill in my bones. I could hear the wind blowing and threatening with a tempest. Tucked in warmth I was looking through the glaze. Whispers of cold coming through the lips of the window made me enjoy the warmth even more. It felt like the world consisted of only us. There she was. In white walking through the park like a freed soul. Strange how this idea came into my mind. I knew right away that she was special and that I had to watch; no one walks alone in such a day. She sat down and looked at the sun in the eye. I wondered if she was blinded with the light, but the sun was gone. She scanned the park with a smile I saw from far away. She got a book out of her bag and went over the pages with her thumb from the side. I was astonished with all the details vividly penetrating the space between us. She got out a paper and unfolded it. I felt her grim like thunder. Her hand reached to wipe the tear on her cheek, but many followed. The sky was raining like never before. She started writing. I kept watching with curiosity. I couldn’t tell if she stopped crying. The tears were disguised within the rain droplets. She stopped for a moment and touched her skirt like if writing music tones on it then she proceeded writing. The rain was getting more infuriated, but the girl was still writing and writing like if her life depended on it. She put the papers aside and began to dance! Lightning and thunder made me blink and she was there no more. I ran to the door and through the rain. I felt the pinch of cold, but did not care. The girl was gone. Her papers were still there; soaked with her words and touch. They were dancing like she did moments ago in the wind. With effort I caught the torn papers from the arms of the wind. I had to know what she was writing. Maybe I can find her. The ink was red and the words were barely read. The rain washed the words and left a stain of pain I could feel. I looked around feeling the presence of someone, but I was alone. On the papers she wrote a poem. Like a soul stuck between life and death, the wet words were saved from the wind and from more rain … by me. I started reading and wondering if I was dreaming, but I was not. The rain stopped, but my tears did not. The words were too much to bear, maybe this is why she is nowhere.
The poem is to come with the wind …
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November 14th, 2008 at 14 November 2008 8:15 pm
“welcome!!!”
November 14th, 2008 at 14 November 2008 9:27 pm
i will be waiting for the rest, i think from what’ve read until now that is one will be one of ur best writen stuff
MJ
November 15th, 2008 at 15 November 2008 6:47 am
thx MJ
hope you like the prose part. I wrote it yeterday as an introduction to the poem
I wanted to post something else “more positive” as Lady D asked but 14 of November is a special day whether in past present or future!
November 15th, 2008 at 15 November 2008 6:13 pm
in the future??????
November 16th, 2008 at 16 November 2008 4:16 pm
soon I will post the poem
when do you want it?
November 16th, 2008 at 16 November 2008 5:48 pm
plz post it soon i cant wait to read it
November 16th, 2008 at 16 November 2008 6:04 pm
lol
sure
am i allowed to know who u r?!
November 16th, 2008 at 16 November 2008 6:10 pm
if only u know how much u inspire me girl… u have no idea how much u effected in my life … you r my example… thank u thank u thank u…
your biggest fan
November 16th, 2008 at 16 November 2008 6:18 pm
ok biggest fan
you can’t imagine how happy those words make me in a world where nothing but words do make me feel myself!
I will post the poem tonight
p.s: in 2 parts due to space limitations
take care
November 16th, 2008 at 16 November 2008 6:18 pm
wow Asma’, u have fans now… Mashallah
but u know who was with u from the start, right? so when u r a BIG hit, u will dedicate a book to me, SA7??
any ways, dont post it until a week from this first part date, this will make us more eager, -or make them-
yours
November 16th, 2008 at 16 November 2008 6:22 pm
thx anonymous friend
i have faith in Allah to help me or take my soul trying
I wanted to do that but i already gave my world to mr./ms. X
you know something? the other day I was telling my students that one day they will be telling people that I taught them and that they or their children will study me in schools like we study the Alchemist now.
November 18th, 2008 at 18 November 2008 1:43 pm
what do u think asma…u think im mr. x or ms. x or maybe mrs. x???
your biggest fan
November 18th, 2008 at 18 November 2008 2:20 pm
i like your writings more and much more than the Alchemist, which i’ve read it once, but i have no intention in reading it again …ever, never. and if that book made it as a hit, then yours -inshallah- will make it too.
November 18th, 2008 at 18 November 2008 2:52 pm
so My Biggest Fan, do you think it really matters if i know your full name, gender, job, and all the details about you? does it make any difference? for me it does not. when it comes to fiction and words holding the burden of our feelings we are all souls and souls have no gender.
Anonymous reader, thx for dropping by. it’s an honor to tell me that you like my writings more than The Alchemist, it’s an amazing book and i did not realize it fully till i reread it and studied it word by word for my dear students. by the way, I have novels as well. now I am writing a “bomb” though i stopped writting it since the beginning of August, maybe I became so involved with it and with the charachters Mira & Adam. sometimes i just avoid writing it!!! so inshallah, this one would be the one thing i will bet on, i put so much effort on it, so wait for it sometime during this century
regards
November 19th, 2008 at 19 November 2008 2:08 pm
Ha ha ha … you passed the exam girl
I was just kidding when i asked u what u think i am but u answered the answer i was expecting … i agree with u it doesn’t really matter, these feelings have no gender and i wasn’t going to tell u who i am any way …but in your answer i thought u were upset or maybe mad at me so plz don’t be and forgive me if i annoyed u
I’m sure your novel is more than great and i will be waiting for it even if it takes centuries
PS
just a hint) i am some one u know a lot and i am a girl
Your biggest fan
November 19th, 2008 at 19 November 2008 6:22 pm
thx My Biggest Fan
November 20th, 2008 at 20 November 2008 2:02 pm
welcome …but im waiting for the next part can u tell me when will u post it?? plzzzzzzzzz
your biggest fan
November 20th, 2008 at 20 November 2008 5:56 pm
lol
I’m gonna be mean here My Biggest Fan
send me an e-mail on this blog “asma_ad@maktoob.com” then I will tell you when I will post the rest ;p
take care
November 20th, 2008 at 20 November 2008 6:06 pm
ok thats a deal but what do u want me to write to u???
November 20th, 2008 at 20 November 2008 6:20 pm
err … your … mmm … your name! ;p
November 21st, 2008 at 21 November 2008 12:45 pm
I was asked why did I comment with “welcome!!!” on this post
on the 14th of November the airport of memories was so busy with arrivals and departs as well!
regards
Asma
January 22nd, 2011 at 22 January 2011 3:30 am
السلام عليكم
شكرا
January 29th, 2011 at 29 January 2011 10:11 pm
و عليكم السلام محمد
شكرا لك