Serendipity / صدفه

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Hugging tight as if its the last time I'll ever be here. This warm hug, the breathtaking scent of safety. I'm here, I don't want to be anywhere else.

It feels good.

There must be a logical explanation, like the shape of beds exert additional gravity force on a person to make it impossible to move or you actually weigh more in the morning. Something a bit more believable than the notion that I'm lazy.
I'm awake but I can't move. There goes the alarm for the third time announcing my deadline as I soften my embrace around the pillow. I drag myself off the bed with what energy I have, like a wounded soldier looking for shelter.
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My drive to university is always refreshing. The soothing sound of Quran washes away every ounce of fatigue, leaving a halo of positive and serene energy around me. It carries me away into a void where no one is around, somewhere between reality and dream.

But soon enough, reality strikes and traffic happens.
Those roads. Can I even categorise them as roads?
Well, its not the roads, the drivers actually. They tend to overlook the existence of my little yellow mini. I can't be thankful enough that I reach my university in one piece.
Actually, if I were divided into smaller pieces I might find it easier to find a parking space on this campus. I'd love to think that maybe they're trying to teach us a lesson with this parking issue: First comers always get the best seats so go out there and be the first? or something along the line of when you work on a project make sure you got all the aspects covered or don't go too big that you can't handle it anymore.

My distraction is cut off as a gentleman offers me his parking space, which seems to be the reason behind the argument of the two cars on my right. I take his offer while the others are distracted. Our childish smile take over the expression of our faces.
I park happily. Thank you stranger, those little kind acts are exactly what I live for. Maybe not so kind for the other two, it's luck.

Seems like a good day ahead.
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Everything was going smooth until this moment. My heartbeats slowed and my eyelids are becoming heavier. I can't seem to focus on what the professor is saying, he's boring to the extent that encourages me to think about the idea of committing suicide. Actually he should do that, and I wonder if he's married. Oh my, I pity her existence.

The topic is interesting though, I grasp a word here and there.
"The change that happened in the dialect of Jordanian-Palestinians was entirely due to political reasons discussed prior. Another example is seen in Egypt..."
I generate an overall idea of the topic but its too much to grasp especially that I'm sleepy, did not read the chapter and I have minimum background/historical information about those countries and have an overactive imagination. (Read: voices in my head)

This class was supposedly an easy A. I've got to graduate. I had enough of uni life. I don't think I want to work after experiencing the routine in work life. Marriage maybe?

To HIM. HIM. Waaaw why did I come back to this closed drawer.

I glance at Lojain and Hamda, each one of them is preoccupied by instagram.

With half eye, Hamda mouths "What happened" to me. Am i that obvious? but she always figures out in some kinda voodoo way that I'm hiding something. She can sense the mood and thoughts of people around her, and her caring personality covers you with warmth. She's genuine; a true human individual.

Regardless of what she sees on my face, nothing happened. Well, him happened. And I can't help my thoughts from lingering on him. Can you even think about someone you don't know?

"Nouf, Can you tell me what happened in Egypt in 1952?"

My face goes blank and the only words in my head are "nothing happened". My mouth was smart enough to stay shut and the professor was kind enough to address someone else with the question.

Focus Nouf.
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"Why didn't you telllll me then?!"

Oh Lojain! She won't calm down and I knew this would happen. Now this will turn into a big big deal.

"It's cute, I've never seen you talking about anyone like that before" Hamda smiled at me very kindly.

"Hamda, I just bumped into him. God! Nothing happened. I don't think we should be sitting here evaluating the incident..."

My argument held zero weight. My boring, awkward self suddenly had a something. And the girls will hang on the topic and dissect it. It will be the ammunition for girl talk regarding me until they milk it.

Our discussion was distracted after a while by the amount of work due tomorrow. Work work work, I'm glad there's something that will keep our mind busy.