Under the sunshine every hue was kissed into brilliance, an art there for the seeing, for the willingness to pause and be with it in the moment. It brought every rose-hue from the bricks, every green nature bestowed, every tone of water and fire from petals evolved over eons. It made me shine too, the warmth around feeling as love within. It feels like the first day of summer. The day where I feel as if I opened a book, yet instead of words to greet my eyes, the pages rendered a soft and warming light. The shoppers are most odd, it's as if they see brown bread, goat milk and shop owners as much the same...products, things to acquire and the means to acquire them. It's a disconnect of sorts, a brain-blip. If these people met the owner at a dawat they'd greet them, ask about their children, enquire after their health and make jokes...but here there's coldness, a rudeness that comes of seeing them in the same way as a product..."I pay for this food, so I pay you, so you are a living machine, a possession that services me...". Chillingly brutal. As I walk along the middle of the supermarkets, Rayyan has her arm tightly hung across my right shoulder; she's facing the opposite direction over her shoulder, humming a sort of tune I recognize. It is the same one she hums whenever we are doing something together such as art or midnight talks or playing. Or when I give her head scratches and she gives me back scratches.
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"I'd never trade doing galaxy watching at night with anything. Ever. I mean just look at the galaxy swirled as if it were steamed tea stirred by the almighty in a joyful whimsical mood. The galaxy out there is always relaxed, because they live in sustainable ways and have mastered peaceful relations. To them our entire lives are as one sunny afternoon, so, they care and they don't".
"The galaxy does not need guardians, but apparently we do".
"I agree" Rayyan sighed contentedly, like if this moment would be snatched away from her, nothing could replace this speck of happiness and joy she is feeling right now, which is increased tenfold with my fingers lovingly caressing her hair.
Rayyan cleared her throat and looked at me from my lap, like she wanted to say this for a while but wanted the right moment to say it.
"You really are blessed, especially in your field of the arts. Your fingers so skillfully craft beautiful pieces; anything it touches becomes a masterpiece. I hate you."
"I love you too".
"But seriously Giaa. How did you learn to master words and music together so effortlessly? Do you know how successful you would be if you used this skill and advanced it to other cities, we could be travelling together and I would be by your side if things do not go too well for you financially or something like that."
"Listen Rayyan, you are the greatest thing to a human. You love me like a lover and care for me like a sister, and I will continue cherishing you, especially when you speak in moments like these. It reminds me to always hold you closer than yesterday. That being said, I am not as confident as Zaire would be because let's face the brutal reality. He is a man. This means he will get far more opportunities than me advancing in our field. This does not mean I will stop trying. Of course I will and I know Zaire will support me anyways, but if I do go away then I fear for my safety and other reasons. If I spend all my gathered, planned out money trying to make a name for myself and spreading this field to help others learn it too, how will I know if this would be a successful move? If not, then I cannot go back home where I know I can continue this because by then, I would have already spent the money. Also, how would I know every cities' situation regarding fields like mine and if it is already established? If it is not then I would take me years since people would not already understand it well enough like people of Madina do. I like to plan ahead and balance out every situation and possibility. It is not like I have not thought about this before. I have. Many time. Zaire knows this too but he also knows what I have just told you."
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