Jade's perspective:
University is one of the most wonderful experiences, up to date.
So many things to do.
So many people to meet.
So many places to go!
Thank God I've chosen the correct, joyful road.
No more drama.
No more problems.
Just a sweet escape from reality!
But.
Rashed was the only one who hasn't escaped my thoughts yet.
Though I've met many guys here, they weren't even half as amazing as he was.
He's different, I tell you, unusual, maybe...
I tried not to bother him a few days before his leaving, since he might have been under pressure with the whole packing thing, I completely understand.
He's supposed to be in Australia, at the moment, just landed, actually.
I'm going to give him some space, and wait for him.
Rashed's perspective;
Australia, I'm here!
I just exited the plane.
The plane where I've experienced the longest flight ever.
Finally, I'm starting university in a few days.
I've gotten here early to settle in and get all comfortable.
I've tried to forget all my troubles.
But, one, one trouble was incapable of being forgotten.
My illness.
I still remember my mother's reaction.
My own reaction.
Indescribable, it was.
My heart breaks every time I remember my mother collapse, break down, cry, unstoppably.
It breaks every time I remember the clueless mind of Jade's. The way she has absolutely no idea why I haven't spoken to her the past few days.
The reason to that was because of the worry, the concern, the carefulness of accidentally spilling out my flaw, spilling out my sick future.
What would be her reaction?
How would she feel if her ears witnessed my true self, now?
Or if her eyes read the most shocking news ever?
However, those weren't the main questions wandering about my head.
The primary question was, would she leave me?
Would she abandon me, leaving me unwell and incapable?
I can't let that happen.
She's all of I've got.
The woman I truly love is my only strength keeping me hopeful.
But yet again, why would I place myself in that position, when I know the results? The awful results?
At last, a solution was found.
Jade will never know.
Well, I hope she won't.
-
I pulled out my phone as soon as I entered the taxi, on my way to my destination.
And instead of speaking to Jade, I began to talk to my dear brother, Fawaz.
He's the only one I can trust from my entire family.
Though he's only two years younger than me, his mind is as wide as the biggest Egyptian pyramid.
His maturity amuses me.
He tears every time I bring up the topic about my health.
He was the last one in the house to find out.
He was just as sorrowful as my divine mother.
She insisted I stay home, and she'll speak to the university about my very late arrival.
But no.
I persisted in leaving, in enjoying the life I was given.
My life would be taken away, either way, whether it was staying at home watching T.V. or pursuing what I've always wanted to become. At least if I haven't reached that stage of my specific wish, I would die reaching for it.
And that is what matters most.
Anyway... Fawaz knows everything. He knows about how uncomfortable I feel whenever I visit my friends where smoke occupies my nostrils.
He knows about my true, deep feelings towards Jade. They both speak, actually, once in a while.
I use his phone to communicate with her sometimes whenever mine runs out of battery.
I spoke to him, explaining the beauty of this country, explaining the remarkably great weather.
He was extremely happy for me.
Jade's perspective;
As I approached my dorm wooden door, thinking about the dream I had of Rashed last night, I felt vibration coming from my right pocket.
A very strange dream, it was indeed.
I tend to receive dreams that often mean something.
Rashed and I were walking down the hallways of a hospital, holding hands. The walls were white, the floor was white, and so were our clothes. We both were wearing white hospital dresses.
We were both very frightened, worried, petrified.
As I gazed at him, his eyes were filled with water.
We kept on hearing some types of echoes.
"Poor thing!"
"Rashed!"
Someone unclear was chasing after him, although we were steadily walking, unable to run, for some odd reason.
I'll believe that one of us is trying to run away from something that's bothersome.
Let's just hope, this time, it means absolutely nothing.
I pulled out my phone and all of a sudden, I felt numb.
No reason.
Just numb.
I did not even feel my phone fall out of my hand hitting the cold, hard, marble floor.
Shock, it was.
It was definitely shock which caused this.
As much as I wanted to cry, I couldn't.
I couldn't tear.
I couldn't speak.
I couldn't feel.
I couldn't tell whether Fawaz was lying or not...
So many things to do.
So many people to meet.
So many places to go!
Thank God I've chosen the correct, joyful road.
No more drama.
No more problems.
Just a sweet escape from reality!
But.
Rashed was the only one who hasn't escaped my thoughts yet.
Though I've met many guys here, they weren't even half as amazing as he was.
He's different, I tell you, unusual, maybe...
I tried not to bother him a few days before his leaving, since he might have been under pressure with the whole packing thing, I completely understand.
He's supposed to be in Australia, at the moment, just landed, actually.
I'm going to give him some space, and wait for him.
Rashed's perspective;
Australia, I'm here!
I just exited the plane.
The plane where I've experienced the longest flight ever.
Finally, I'm starting university in a few days.
I've gotten here early to settle in and get all comfortable.
I've tried to forget all my troubles.
But, one, one trouble was incapable of being forgotten.
My illness.
I still remember my mother's reaction.
My own reaction.
Indescribable, it was.
My heart breaks every time I remember my mother collapse, break down, cry, unstoppably.
It breaks every time I remember the clueless mind of Jade's. The way she has absolutely no idea why I haven't spoken to her the past few days.
The reason to that was because of the worry, the concern, the carefulness of accidentally spilling out my flaw, spilling out my sick future.
What would be her reaction?
How would she feel if her ears witnessed my true self, now?
Or if her eyes read the most shocking news ever?
However, those weren't the main questions wandering about my head.
The primary question was, would she leave me?
Would she abandon me, leaving me unwell and incapable?
I can't let that happen.
She's all of I've got.
The woman I truly love is my only strength keeping me hopeful.
But yet again, why would I place myself in that position, when I know the results? The awful results?
At last, a solution was found.
Jade will never know.
Well, I hope she won't.
-
I pulled out my phone as soon as I entered the taxi, on my way to my destination.
And instead of speaking to Jade, I began to talk to my dear brother, Fawaz.
He's the only one I can trust from my entire family.
Though he's only two years younger than me, his mind is as wide as the biggest Egyptian pyramid.
His maturity amuses me.
He tears every time I bring up the topic about my health.
He was the last one in the house to find out.
He was just as sorrowful as my divine mother.
She insisted I stay home, and she'll speak to the university about my very late arrival.
But no.
I persisted in leaving, in enjoying the life I was given.
My life would be taken away, either way, whether it was staying at home watching T.V. or pursuing what I've always wanted to become. At least if I haven't reached that stage of my specific wish, I would die reaching for it.
And that is what matters most.
Anyway... Fawaz knows everything. He knows about how uncomfortable I feel whenever I visit my friends where smoke occupies my nostrils.
He knows about my true, deep feelings towards Jade. They both speak, actually, once in a while.
I use his phone to communicate with her sometimes whenever mine runs out of battery.
I spoke to him, explaining the beauty of this country, explaining the remarkably great weather.
He was extremely happy for me.
Jade's perspective;
As I approached my dorm wooden door, thinking about the dream I had of Rashed last night, I felt vibration coming from my right pocket.
A very strange dream, it was indeed.
I tend to receive dreams that often mean something.
Rashed and I were walking down the hallways of a hospital, holding hands. The walls were white, the floor was white, and so were our clothes. We both were wearing white hospital dresses.
We were both very frightened, worried, petrified.
As I gazed at him, his eyes were filled with water.
We kept on hearing some types of echoes.
"Poor thing!"
"Rashed!"
Someone unclear was chasing after him, although we were steadily walking, unable to run, for some odd reason.
I'll believe that one of us is trying to run away from something that's bothersome.
Let's just hope, this time, it means absolutely nothing.
I pulled out my phone and all of a sudden, I felt numb.
No reason.
Just numb.
I did not even feel my phone fall out of my hand hitting the cold, hard, marble floor.
Shock, it was.
It was definitely shock which caused this.
As much as I wanted to cry, I couldn't.
I couldn't tear.
I couldn't speak.
I couldn't feel.
I couldn't tell whether Fawaz was lying or not...
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