The New Era

Potential in her

Serena was so happy, she held the journal close to her chest, as if it were some sort of sacred book. She opened her door, and then went inside. She closed the door, and took off her shoes, and her coat quickly.

Then she ran up the stairs to her room, and collapsed on the bed happily. She looked at the journal's cover, and examined. It wasn't anything huge. Just a light pink book, with a pink rose in the middle, and above was what it said it was, a journal.

She flipped open the book, and looked at the first page, which Noor had written her name on in messy cursive. She felt so happy, seeing the first page, that she inviosioned everything that would hapoen once she read the very last.

She flipped through the pages, consuming what Noor had wrote. She was disappointed, for she thought there was going to be some juicy things inside. She expected some sort of situation Noor had faced, maybe a crime, or a love interest. Something that would make threatening easy.

But there was nothing.

Except pages of her life before and after the heatwave.

Although she hadn't found what she wanted, she kept reading.

Firstly, she concluded that Noor was an absolute saint. She was perfect, nice and pretty. Everything that made her the perfect material to be envious of. Even in her journal, she wrote about helping charity and such, that she stuck out her tongue. "Ugh, she's too perfect for her own good," she said in disgust.

But she didn't stop.

Some pages were about about Mahmoud, her husband. It talked about how they met, and what they were thinking. Everything that she wanted, a family, some nice kids, a beautiful house.

Other pages were about her job. What was happening and such, like problems. And she also talked a lot about the boss, and how much she wasn't pleased with him, at times, but yet admired him.

Then she got to a page that talked about Serena. It read: Sometimes, my job can be a pain in the ass. And it sucks. There was once this woman, who's in my engineering team, and she kept yelling at me and telling me all the things I was doing wrong. We were building a bridge, but the way. I was hurt, because sometimes I thought she liked to yell at me solemnly for my religion. But it wasn't that. No, I noticed something.. different.

I know this woman was a hurt woman herself. She beared the wounds of hurt, and I could imagine how. She has, or change that to had, a boyfriend named Cole. And according to the gossip, they had broken up. I don't know the exact details, because I didn't want to poke my nose into anything that business that didn't affect me. But I always wonder, and I still do.

Anyway, I knew she was hurt by this breakup. I knew that she and Cole were like two peas in a pod. They loved eachother, and cared for one another. And a few months later, they were even engaged! But imagine breaking up, after an engage,and, especially if you loved that person? Mahmoud and I were discussing about this, and for some reason I felt sorry for her.

Was it possible that she was only negative becuase she couldn't have love herself? If it was so, I didn't want to piss her off. That day, I ignored her yelling and insults, and moved to another place to work at. And over the few weeks, she never hesitated to yell the hell out of me. Sometimes, I was considering a new place to even have a job in! But I ignored it, and if I ever did make contact with her, it would be a mere one. There was no point in digging in her wound. She needed to heal.

But she never healed. And to this day, she keeps yelling. I don't know exactly what to do. The heatwave has already struck, and things are being horrible. I also made a new friend, Cole. Which is her ex. I feel horrible, because I don't want her even more pissed at me. And the worst part is that Cole likes me! Uh, I was married to the man of my life, and now's he's gone, yes, but I'm not moving that fast. I'm not ready to look for love, and even if I were to look for love, I wouldn't be looking for a non Muslim, at the very most.