Africa.

Africa. Chapter 2 : We have the same one.

                     Sorry for the delayed upload :) Not many people had read the story but I hope we start slowlly, step by step. I will do my best, I have this story to be one that makes people think, that makes people thing about the things they have in their life.

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Laila

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              I started walking towards the metro station, I walked and run as muh as I could so that I didn't get even more wet from what I already was. It's not that I don't like rain because for sure I do. I really do.

            When it rains it's like all the sky decides to show his emotions, it's like after days of hidding them he finally found the strengh to confront his fears. I feel that same way when I cry. Crying doesn't mean that you arre weak, no, it does mean that you admit your fears, that you know and understands what hurts you, it means that you want to let them go, that you are ready for that but befor you have to get off them and you do it crying.

The rain also makes me think about God, because it's said that one of the best times to make dua, one of the best time to ask and thank God is when it rains, and that melts my heart, that makes me feel better when I'm upset.

             The rain also makes me think about my sisters, about my little sisters. How we use to play under it, how we use to stick out our tongues and try to drink the rain water. How we played with the puddles. I really miss them, I have been living two years away from home due to my studies, and although I went many times to visit my family it wasn't the same, it won't be the same.

              The subway doesn't arrive, and I was becoming to get nervouse. I was being late, more than what I expected. I have like an hour of traveling from my house to uni through the subway.

              While I wait to it, I don't read a book or a magazine, neither I keep whatching my phone or chating or even being at facebook or twitter. I do use them. But during these time I think, I observe the people around metheir situations. I keep thinking about life. I keep remembering God.  What I most like it top watch the people that get in and out of the subway, I like to think what can be their stories, how can be their life and how can this moment of their life affect them.

      The platform was empty, there was only me as the last people that were around got in the subway that has just left. But suddenly a young woman came in. She was carrying a baby carriage with a little beautiful girl inside. She may only be a year older than me but she seemed so mature. She was already married. I admire her, becasue she felt she was ready to handdle what marriage means, something I still can't. I started guessing how her life can be, and all I could think was about good things, that she was happy with her life, that she was full. It's only a guessing but I really deeplly wish that it was true.

       It's weir but I think more in other people lifes rather than mine. don't take this like I'm courious and that I like gossip. No. It isn't that, it's that I worry about others life, that I want them to be happy more than I want my happiness. As if I see someone close to me sad, I feel really bad. Really.

         Finally the subway arrived. Finally my time to get in was here. I wasted too much time and hoped that it goes fast, as fast as it could. I really looked forward to the lectures I had today. They seemed to be really interesting and useful. There will be two famouse journalisms from two different countries and backgrounds that will talk about their experience, about how they managed to get were they were right now, about their different and most famouse articles. Iwanted to hear them and ask them some questions.

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           My day at uni went really well, I managed to take as many notes as I could from the lecture, I asked all the things that came fto my mind. I felt good with myself becasue I knew that I really learnt things from them. I knew that all the things I heard will be useful not only for my future work but also for my lifes decissions. 

         On my way back home I decided to not take the subway as the sun was brighting again. and the weather was warm again. So I choose the longer way I could take. I walked through the park.

           It was fall season and you could see it on the tree leaves, on their ornage-red colour, on how they were well put in the ground. You could think they felt there for no reason except the gravity, that concept discovered by Newton. But what I feel, what I really think is that they are there for a reason, an unknown reason for us the human-beings. And not only the leaves I think that all the things that happend to us are for a reason. All. All of them are prescribed by God, and they have something to do in our lifes.

          I decided to stop at a fountain to take something of water, I usually  carry a bottle on my bag but as today I had not planned to walk that much I didn't take one. When I reach the nearest source there was a young man, almost three years older than me, he was also drinking. It seemed like he had been jogging during a big amount of time so I waited all the time he needed.

           After some minutes he stopped drinking water and turned to where I was, that's when he realized that I was waiting for him to finish.

              - Sorry if I made you wait for a long time, but I was dying of thirst.

               - Really, it doesn't matter. I understand that you need it more than me.

               - Well, you're right about that. I keept running for a while longer.

            I turned to drink some water and before I started to walk again I heard his voice. It scared me because I thought he was gone.

               - A curious question. Is that jersey yours?

            - I ... - I don't know what to say, the question  surprised me I didn't expect it - No, it's my neighbor's. Well, in fact it's from his brother.

                - Ah .... I see.

              - No,don't think that -I blushed - What happened is that I forgot the keys inside of my house and it just started to rain,  it rained more and more so I get wet. And my neighbor offered me a sweater so that I don't get a cold.

              - It's that I have one identical to the one you are wearing. But when I say identical is identical. Even that button which is poorly sewn in the pocket. 

             - Well ... I don't know what to think, it has to be a coincidence.

            - Yes, maybe. Well I'm going.

           And he left, we didn't introduce ourselfes but we weren't going to be friends so that fact didn't matter. We were just two exxtrangers that met for ten minutes.