A Girl From Alexandria

7.

He tried to act cool. "Tomorrow!" and he was happy, like an innocent child who got his wish.

"Are you sure?" Qamars' doubts refused to fade away.

"Yes I am" he answered "but we have agreed on some points"

"And they are...?" her voice wasn't steady.

Ali adjusted his position so he could see Qamar's face "You will be enrolled in homes school system" he cleaned his throat "this means that you will study at home, you will not attend any classes at school, but you will go to some courses with me, but only if you needed to" he took a breath "to be more clear, you will be enrolled in a school, but you won't go, you will only attend your exams there"

Qamar looked to the mat beneath her feet, she stared for seconds "Thank you" she touched his finger tips with hers and her eyes met his.

Ali's fingers tensioned, a tree branch touched by a flower. "No need to thank me" his words were uneven. His cheeks were pink red.

Qamar smiled and went to her room, she had a small carpet in the room she stayed in, she spread it on the ground and prayed "Thank you dear God" she thought as she finished her prayers.

She threw the carpet on the chair in the corner of the room and picked out her Notebook and Pen, then she jumped over the bed, and she started writing.

Will flying be a choice if you had wings? Of course not, I mean, it just takes a minute to stand giving your back to the mirror and see the wings you got, that's the moment when you have to run and fly.

Leaving everything behind, taking a step to the unknown, discovering parts of you that you didn't know before.

Live and see the beauty surrounding you, don't hesitate just live the moment, I was always taught by an angel, that if you wanted to have a beautiful life, you must discover the beauty inside of you first.

Do you know why we in Egypt don't have a beautiful reality? Because we have killed every drop of beauty inside of us, a beautiful girl will be harassed with, a beautiful tree will be taken down, a beautiful flower will be cut off, and a beautiful street will be full of trash. Human trash I mean, because the normal trash only hurts your nose and sight, but human trash will hurt your soul...

We didn't teach our self to respect beauty and appreciate it, we grow up, and ugliness grow with us, not the face ugliness, but that one in the soul. We force our self to live in a pathetic condition, and say it's enough for us, thank God we are living.

Umm! They claim to be alive, but are they...?

She closed the notebook and fell asleep...

Qamar was on the sea shore, put there was no people, there were no seats to sit on, and she stood there alone. It was quiet, very quiet, that the sound of the waves was clear as a touch of comfort on the shoulder. She looked to her right and found nothing, then to her left and still nothing.

"Where am I?" her worried voice echoed through the horizon.

"You are with me" another feminine voice echoed.

Qamar looked quickly behind, she saw a girl, but she thought of her more as a young woman, nearly the same age as hers. "Who are you?" Qamar asked, throwing her words heavily.

"Yasmin" The girl answered with a smile and walked closer to Qamar "Can I ask you something?" her face was looking to the ground.

"I didn't see you before" Qamar interrupted "Tell me who are you. It funny, I have that feeling inside. You are a stranger to my eyes, but to my soul you are close" Qamar tried to steady her breathing.

The girl smiled "You will know who I am" she said and her voice got soft "Just take care of Ali okay" she started to walk away turning to a mirage.

"No, wait" Qamar screamed. But the girl kept fading away until she completely disappeared.

"Are you okay honey?" a voice appeared, and a hand was touching Qamar "is it a nightmare?" the voice asked.

Qamar opened her eyes slightly and saw her mother's face "it's okay mom, just a dream don't worry" Qamar answered trying to calm her worried mother. She got up and went to the bathroom, she opened the cold water and washed her face "Yasmin" she repeated as she looked at her reflection in the mirror...