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Chapter 3: I never picture myself

For a moment, I felt as if time froze. I was not paying attention to what he was saying but as he moved on, something drove me to it.
He took a long breath and said,'I have this huge world trapped in my head,you know. I think about it all the time.' He paused after dca while. I got busy texting Ayesha again.
He punched my shoulder.
'Oiii, I am talking to you.'
'Yeaaah? What were you saying?'
He made a dead serious expression. I could feel the blood lust so I gave an ear to him.
'So I think about this world, all the time', he repeated with a grumpy voice but it got gentle as he spoke more and more and more. He spoke and spoke, believe me, he did not stop and the smile never got off his face. I witnessed for the first time ever in my life, I'd call it 'pure happiness.'
'We all are happy. We face some hard times though but we make it through. This all may not turn out to be true but I picture everything so vividly I want it all to be true.'
'We?', I asked waiting for him to finish his sentence.
'You'll know.'
He looked up and started talking again.
'I'm gonna finally grow a beard, you know.' He paused and then looked at me. We both stared each other and started laughing.
'Stop kidding already. You're never gonna grow one!'
'I will, I hope.' He said this with a sad and a discomforting tone as if it tortured him to say it.
He continued,
'You know what? You're gonna have a son, and I swear if you did not name him after me, I'm gonna haunt you till your death. Usama turns out to be a pretty elegant and decent guy, you know. He smokes a cigar now. He looks pretty sexy, that tall and dumbfounded guy honestly.
Oh oh oh and you know 'our bro' is gonna become a fucking sexy doctor, you know. A lab coat, she's gonna wear a fucking bright white lab coat.'
I interrupted him with a laugh. Yeah, 'our bro' is actually a she. I know it is complicated but not really. Maha is a very close friend. We met her when we started our high school. She is really the most hyperactive,full of energy and fuck them all kind of girl. I mean it was hard to classify her as a girl, she just had too much energy in her so we called her 'our bro.' We all found her company great. I mean her one dumb and stupid laughter was enough for all of us to forget our worries. If I had to put it in a nutshell, she was a ball of positivity.
Usama, a tall and a handsome guy, I mean really handsome. Believe me, if I had ovaries instead of my balls, I would be drooling over him. Ali,Usama and Ammar, we were a trio. We used to hang out all the time. It was surprising that Ali and I had a girlfriend while Usama did not. Hard luck may be.
'Wait, where are you leading this to?' I questioned.
'Huh?' He was so lost in thought.
'Aaaah, no where, perhaps everywhere' he passed a goofy smile.
'I mean it is not normal for you to talk like this.'
'Let's accept this abnormality for tonight, shall we?'
'I am gonna marry her, ayesha right?'
'Yeaaah obvio, your marriage is gonna be one of the most epic memories you are gonna make.'
'What about you? Maham?'Maham was Ali's girlfriend. I was never really sure if he was willing to take it to the end. He never showed his emotions to me to such depths. She was a silent girl with quite cute smiles. She wore glasses, looked a bit nerd but she was a kind and a pretty girl, I must say.
I gave an evil laugh and teased him,'you see Maham in a white dress looking all beautiful walking down that aisle.'
He did not reply me for a while but then spoke, whispered in a dying tone,
'I never pictured my story,you know, my mind just goes blank when I think about my future though I still see Maham in her wedding dress.'

Author's note:
Okaay so yeah, it is Ali telling the story of his friends, now grown up. :D I know I suck, sorrrrry😭