Today I called an old dear friend. I haven't call her for more than a year . The past few days I felt like I really need to contact her and hear her voice. Tell her how much I miss her and remind her with our days together.
Back when I first went to UAE and for many years that followed, she was my only friend. We met in a country that is not ours and faced being strangers together. She was from Jordan and I am Egyptian and I was changing schools a lot so I never had a real friend at that time..not one.. until I knew her, my dear Neighbor. My life became different after that. I started to like being in UAE and that is when I knew how it is like to have a friend.. a real friend for whom you share everything with.. secrets.. problems.. food.. good moments and bad moments..even trivial moments.. We d adventures and we lived long long moments of begging our parents to leave us together for "Just another hour". She was my childhood friend and a lifetime friend.. but I left..
I went back to Egypt and she went back to Jordan.. the last time I' saw her was when I was in my fathers' car lifting me to the airport. I remember her standing in-front of our building and I'm watching her as the car moves. I kept looking and she and the building that shared all these moments are getting smaller and smaller until they both vanished. This was our last moment. I remember that from the day I knew her, travelling back to Egypt was one of my hardest things ever. Not because I am heading back home but because I was leaving her.. sometimes for months and other times for years.. When I return back, it is like I never left. The last time I left was the hardest.. I knew it was my last time..
I am here in Egypt now.. I had new friends.. great friends.. best friends... but she was always different... she was and still is my childhood friend..
When i felt this need of calling her.. when I felt like it is really urgent.. when I felt like I must call her especially today not knowing why... I finally heard her voice again... and when she told me that next Sunday is her Wedding.. When she told me that she is now trying her wedding dress.. When she told me to come re she is sure that I can't... When all that happened, I remembered all that and cried.. I remembered you my old friend... I remembered you and god only knows how much I need to be there with you..share this very special moment to add it to our moments together..but I can't...and it is killing me....
