It was Ramadan, I don’t remember who was there with me then, but I remember that we were a group of friends, I was the mutual friend of all of them, they were about 12 different persons, of different minds, attitudes and nationalities, most of them didn’t like each other, I was the only woman among them all, trying to talk to all of them fearing that one of them would get pissed off with the other, they kept on going and coming each according to the free time he has, I don’t remember the faces or what we talked about.
I remember Hamza and Ali, the last too men standing with me, we left the street café minutes before the morning’s prayer, a friend of Ali was walking with- he wanted to catch a cap, he should be home, it’s too late, his parents called him. The three of us looked for an opened restaurant for a pre fasting day snack, we found one in Al falaki square, and we were the only 3 there. A simple dirty one, Liam took me to once, I like his pies, the waiters there are the cooks, no smile no certain impression is on their faces. The summer was leaving and the breeze is colder, Hamze and Ali discussed a lot of things, Ali is from Iraq, a great little gentleman, he knows a lot, I listened to their conversations, a transparent screen was keeping me from them, I watched them like watching a cinema film, the Air was carrying their voice, I knew I was listening, but I also knew that I wished to have such a conversation with you, I wished to sit late at night at the pavement with you.
You visited my dreams few nights ago; Shireen told me that we have no other chance, that you are ways behind me now, that you enjoyed no success in your life since we broke up, that your life is fucked and that you need forgiveness, it’s not me who curses your life, I forgave you before I knew that I did, how can I hold any feelings against you? You taught me what life is, you taught me that you are my life and I should work hard, though I know you will never be in my life again, I took all chances, and all words were said. All I have now is your memory brought back to me every night with breeze, with Nights of the Air
