It's only one day left before we leave for Baghdad, and honestly, my room looks like trash. So many things to pack, yet so little space in the suitcase. I'm just a girl.
I have a cute, small vintage steel box with intricate designs on the handle and the dome of the box. Keeping things like boarding passes and coins from the countries I visit is just my thing. I try to fit the box into my suitcase, but the dilemma is that it's already full.
[Zainab goes to Amara's room.]
"Do you have any space in your suitcase, Amy?" Zainab asks.
"Yes, probably. Just keep it on my head," Amara replies dryly. Her humor is dead.
"Why do you want to carry that box? It looks heavier than you and could probably wreck your body in a minute," Amara adds.
"You're not someone who loves storing things. I love keeping things that keep me connected to happiness and the earth, and memories are one of those things for me," I reply.
"Well, I don't understand you, but now get lost because I have tons of other things to focus on besides your box."
[Zainab goes back to her room.]
Finally, after removing my makeup stuff and pushing things down, the box just fits in. I hope it doesn't burst out—hehe.
I finish packing and sit by the balcony of my room. The weather is pretty good. The sunset looks like a painting by San Giorgio. The wind passes through my skin to my soul. I close my eyes and imagine how beautiful heaven must be—how everything will be perfect and comforting there. For me, even the smallest thing in God's creation holds value in my heart: the beauty, the texture, the color, the growth from lifeless seeds to a flower. Life is perfect if you see it through the eyes of perfection.
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Fate's caravan
RomanceZainab's journey from Morocco to Baghdad takes her far beyond the borders of land and love. In a city rich with history, she encounters love and loss that alters her destiny. When life leads her to the quiet village of Musayib, she finds herself dra...
