I often think about this certain incident. I wonder; would I have been able to change something if I reacted differently? Will I ever be able to see her again and tell her what I really wanted to tell her. I’m not sure why I kept silent, why was I reluctant to speak up? Is it because I hardly knew her? I think I remember now. It was, indeed, the fact that she was a stranger to me. I hesitated. I was thinking; why should I bother? And I regret it now. I feel sorry that I missed that opportunity. What could have happened if I did speak up? I feel ashamed for letting my doubts paralyze me. I’ve always had faith in people but there are a lot of things that happen in life that shake those solid grounds you base your beliefs upon. In some situations it works for our benefit but I’m sure that wasn’t the case that day. I’m sure that I lost a great friend, an honest heart and a valuable mentality.
It sounds weird but I know we’ll meet again. If not in this life then in the next one and I’ll be able to do what my corrupted mind prevented me from doing. I’ll say what should have been said and I’ll befriend her. I’m sure we’ll make great friends =)
Speaking about friends, I miss Lama. I have been blessed by many good friends. Few of them, I just can’t live without but no one will ever be what she was. There is this place in my heart that refuses to be occupied by anyone else except her. But I think this is always the case. No one can ever fill someone else’s space.
I miss talking to her. I miss hanging out with her. I miss arguing with her about all sort of things; family, school, movies, books, shopping, politics, religion and the list goes on. I miss knowing that I could see her whenever I wanted to see her. I miss the fact that she knew more about me than I knew about myself. I keep thinking; I’ll get used to not having her around but I never do. How can I get over the closest person to my heart, mind and soul? It won’t happen. I’m not gonna let it happen. I’m gonna keep her memory with me [ كل شي حولي يذكرني بذكراها ] until the day that brings us back together. No matter how long this day is yet to come, I still can see it coming. I can’t perceive any other possibility. I need hope and I need my other precious friends. I need them to hold on to me and go through this journey with me.
Funny how whenever I start writing a post I end up writing about my friends. I guess what I have been trying to say in most of my posts sums up in these few words; I think the WORLD of you.

An old design I made.





