Well, after I got over the whole “special meal” Incident, I was kind of tired, so I slipped on my sleep mask, and whilst resting my head against the window, I drifted off into a slumber.It must have been a good few hours that I was in dreamland, because by the time I awoke it was like just before midnight on New Year’s Eve. The flight attendant made an announcement that the pilot has decided to drop altitude so that we can witness the fireworks.. We were passing over Guinea, and from our birds eyes view, we could see the faint glow of the fireworks as they transformed from a single glowing Amber heading straight up, to a million different vague ambers being pulled by the force of gravity.. The whole scene was all too breathtaking, and whilst everyone was so focused on the beauties outside, I was steered to the beauty inside. Her eyes were gleaming and her lips formed a perfect curve. She clearly was elated by the rainbow of colors bursting. There was a light in her golden brown eyes, a light that only happy, content girls have. It is a light that makes an ordinary eye, become a one of a kind wonder. After a few minutes, the fireworks were no more in sight, and the raucous sound of the airplane engine made the sound of it nearly impossible to hear. She gently reclined in her seat, but I think she caught me staring and gave me a weird expression. I just smiled and she looked completely disturbed at that. She shook it off and there was her head, buried once again in her seat, how am I suppose to do anything if this child only likes to sleep and give weird expressions???
I sat there trying my very best to get the slighted glimpse of her face, but she didn’t quite make that very easy, as she was more fixated on burying her head in the seat and sleeping.Outside, the even rows of white clouds folded like crests of waves on the empyreal blue. The sight although limited to a mere 20 cm by 40 cm window, was splendiferous. It’s so amazing how Allah has fashioned all of this without a flaw.
Well, as I was lost in my own merry thought, the air-hostess was handing out the “special-meals” before she goes around asking “chicken or fish” to all the I wouldn’t say not-special passengers, let’s just say the ordinary ones.
I was brought back to reality when she starting waking “mysterious” girl up to give her her meal.
She clearly didn’t look like she wanted to be woken up, and since her family weren’t that close by, I decided to take matters into my own hands
“Umm.. Excuse me madam, I’ll give it to her when she wakes, you can leave it on her tray table”
“Okay, sure no problem”
With that said she left. Well, call me a sweet guy, but there was an ulterior motive behind that. On the special meals, there is always a label with the persons name as well as their seat number, so this gave me the opportunity to get to know her name. 😝😝.. But I guess it wasn’t going to be that easy, because when I looked, only her surname was there and the seat number.. Arggh, why did her dad have to book it on their surname, couldn’t he have taken the extra few minutes and typed out their names.. 😑😑
HEY GUYS!! OKAY, SO I WANTED TO APOLOGIZE FOR DELETING THE LAST POST, I STARTED IT AND I THINK THE NOTE I SAVED IT UNDER GOT DELETED OR SOMETHING, SO I COULDN’T CONTINUE IT, BECAUSE I DIDN’T FEEL LIKE WRITING IT AGAIN, BUT ANYWAY HERE IS ONE. OH AND FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO READ “TAKING MY LIFE AS IT COMES” YOU HAVE TO READ THE LAST POST, AND NO I AM NOT THE AUTHOR
The cars began to almost disappear and the howling wind hitting against the aluminum exterior could be heard. The front gently lifted off the ground and the reclining sensation lasted for not even a minute, before the entire body had taken flight, like a fully fledged bird, intrinsically soaring through the air. No matter how many times you endure that sensation, you never seem to fully grasp its magnificence. On the same note but, there in the back of your mind always lingers that sense of trepidation, well after the sequence of recent events, who blames you?But today, as i tore off the plastic from the R5 blanket that they give you and picked up my headsets because this was going to be one LOOOONG flight. JHB to NYC is 16 hours and thats not an exaggeration. At least we flying SAA so the ambience is home-like, only one small snag, the eye candy aint that good, but she covered up for it, well actually she did more than just comfort the eyes, its more like the soul. Her furtive and demure nature, from the moment she seated herself was exemplary, want to know who she is? Stay tuned
– YOUR SISTER IN ISLAM
My life is somewhat more free, even though we were never together, I always felt like he had a leash on me and I could never escape it, but I think finally I’m off that leash and living my life like how I ought to.. And I can say that I’ve regretted it, but I think if I never had e experience, there would have always been that part of me that wonders what it was like, and so, I learned a lot and have learnt things no, book is going to.. Because in the movies and books, they always end up together, no matter what happens and they are happy… But, it’s not like that.. Sometimes you have everything you need before your very eyes, but are just too blind to see it, and this was the case with me.. I had a best friend, and he treated me better than most girls are treated and I realized that you don’t need a guy in your life, you just need people who respect and honor you..
You know they say love is sacrificial, and I think that may be correct, because when you “love” someone, you sacrifice so much, without the person even knowing and that’s why, love before marriage can only lead to heartbreak and despair.. So, from one nerd to another, my advice
“The decisions you make today, affect the position you in tomorrow.. Choose wisely”
I’m so sorry that I’ve been MIA, but I’ve been really busy lately.. Enjoy the post. Lots of love. 😘
Well, since you got the fact that I’m a loner of sort, no one really knew.. Or rather I never told anyone.. It was buried in my heart.. Not another soul knew, and I liked it that way. No stupid comments or teasing, it was nice. I felt for once like a normal girl + the nerdishness + the book addiction + the series addiction… Okay pal scrap that “not normal girl.” My heart would flutter every time he spoke to me, and my cheeks would color with a mottled pink. He never knew, and I was going to keep it that way. I can’t let him know, not ever.. Well that was my plan, but I guess life has its own plan.. What was my deepest secret for the past 6 months, was now out in the open.. Well, you can assume that it all happened because I made a mistake and trusted someone who clearly didn’t know the definition of that word. Well, it was out there now, so there was nothing I could do about it. I never wanted it to get out, because then people think you want something. And truthfully, I didn’t want to date, and I know that’s weird, but I just liked him and enjoyed talking to him, that’s all, I had no desire for anything more.. But once it was out, everyone had these pre-conceived ideas.. I decided that I couldn’t do this. It was never suppose to go this way.. So, at the end of my grade 9 year, I decided, I needed to stop liking him.. It was not easy at all, I had to try and control my pulse rate and watch my cheek color every time he spoke to me.. I think I became a pro at it actually and well, everyone kind of forgot about the whole situation. My feelings did subside down, like really it did.. I wanted that feeling that almost every girl experiences, that feeling of vulnerability and that feeling of weakness. I know it sounds kind of weird on paper, but it made sense in my head..
So it’s been almost a year, and I have gotten over him, apart from the teenie-weenie bit of affection that still remains. My friend calls it a “blind-spot” and I hate to admit it, but I think she’s right, it is.. I don’t think clearly when matters regarding him are involved and as much as I try to rid myself of those feelings, I find myself unable to.. I guess all I need is to flip that humanity switch, and let all the emotions go..
A soft summer breeze whistling past, the distant sounds of car horns and the blaring music a few houses down the street.. Believing it or not, this is what living in a city is like. Constant noise, never a blissful, silent moment apart from the period just before dawn.. Then the city is fast asleep, just having flushed out the nocturnal night crowd and bracing itself for the diurnal crowd.. This is my favorite moment, being well sought of a loner.. But tonight, instead of burying my head in a book, I decided to “chill” as the cool kids say it and relax myself in the cushion chair on the balcony.. I’m not one to be constantly checking my phone, so I left it in my room and headed out.. I could see the changing of robots, from a crimson red to a sunflower yellow.. The whole scene looked familiar and I just stared blankly at the night sky, seeing whether the stars on my pjs actually had any pattern that even resembled reality by even just a mere fraction.. That’s right, I’m the nerdish, perfectionist that you all so profoundly hate.. My name is Tasneem Mayet and no I’m not here to tell you to start reading books and do homework, I’m here to relate my story of… Well, that you can decide.. My personal opinion.. The word “love” is overrated.. But I do believe in the “click” and contentment one feels, let’s just go with “like”..
So, I have to warn you from now, my “love life” (lol.. No😂) is actually more of a “crush life”..
I sat there pondering about the day’s events.. Ahmed’s chocolate brown eyes, his perfectly aligned jaw bone and his IQ level of 115.. (I think).. God, Tasneem you need to get a grip, he will never be yours and he will never like you.. Stop thinking about him so much..
*Flashback to 9th grade*
I completed my social science paper.. (Thank the almighty that it isn’t a compulsory subject.. ), and started playing my usual pencil games.. The teacher called me and well i was concerned at first, but then I learned the reason
“Tasneem, please will you write Ahmed’s paper for him” okay, so Ahmed broke his wrist in soccer I think it was, so he dictated whilst I wrote.. It was so cool, and funny at the same time.. After that incident did I actually start to think that this boy is “perfect ” .. Humor, wit, intelligence, looks.. And when I consciously acknowledged that, it was then, that i started crushing on this guy..
– YOUR SISTER IN ISLAM..
The letter was written in Arabic, but for the sake of understanding I will sum it up in English..
“I have intentions of escape, and it is my desire for you to accompany me.. If you decline, I will understand, but if you accept, then please meet me on the 19 Zul Hijjah, just before suhoor time ends at the west end of Bhagdadi’s quarters..
The 19th, that was tonight.. There’s no way I was going to get out.. My mind wandered of and I had all these pretty little fantasies flashing before my eyes, but I wiped those away, knowing that there was more pressing matters at hand.. I had to escape… NOW!!
I pulled a strewn stone with my legs and after a struggle, I managed to forge a plan..
And just as I was about to implement it, in through the door, came my knight in shining armor.. No, I lie, my knight in a drab Kurta and sweat pouring.. Okay, point is, my hero arrived.. I gracefully followed him as we dodged and ducked to prevent anyone from noticing.. He hadn’t uttered a word apart from the greeting we exchanged.. After a lot of running, we stopped.. He took out two canisters of water and handed one to me.. I read the dua aloud, as a reminder to him as well as sat down to drink.. His features broke out into a smile, and he copied my actions..
We sat meters apart from each other, both of us too shy to even engage in conversation.. Sara was suddenly on my mind.. I abandoned her and failed her and now, I was running away.. This was wrong..
As though, he knew what I was thinking, he remarked
“Sara will meet us at the border to Turkey.. She got out as well”
Wow!! He actually thought about this pretty well…
After a brief encounter with soldiers that I wasn’t too certain were fixated on capturing us, but rather trying to salvage things from the rubble, we reached the border.. As I glanced about there was not a living creature in sight.. Not a bird, not a fly, it was as though we were all alone in this vast desert, but I somehow felt a sense of fullness.. My heart wasn’t empty, rather it was bursting with love.. Well, I think that is what it is, because I’ve never felt like this..
I turned and simultaneously he did too.. Our eyes locked, AGAIN.. He held it for quite sometime, and then broke away.. It was fajr time, and he headed over and made wudhu at a nearby broken tap.. He stood up and performed Salaah in an audible manner and it was as though pieces of his soul flowed out of his tongue and filled all the open crevices in my heart… MY NAME IS HANNAH MOHAMMEDIA AND I’M PRETTY SURE THAT I’VE FOUND MY ZAWJAH..
– YOUR SISTER IN ISLAM