Friday, April 2, 2010

Strangers On A Paper Boat


Based on true personal experience

just brought it to you from my old FB notes


Note : This's not any kind of stories or any kind of literature , just my own thoughts and experience in a simple weak english language , without editing , just from my mind to the keyboard . thanks

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Walking towards the station where he's going to take his bus home , he had many nested floating thoughts in his mind , It's been a hard day at university...long discussions and arguments with professors , his colleagues and even with his own mind as the rebel inside him never sleeps even when he wants him to do..such a black sheep he was born and such a black sheep he shall stay..Yet, he loves it ! not for the joy of feeling different but for the joy of feeling right .
Praise the lord ! our friend kept drowning in his thoughts...thinking , thinking and then thinking again until all the thoughts of different types were mixed ! politics , university , history , fiction & non-fiction to the level that he wondered if the ancient Phoenicians discovered and used the surface tension rules to build their light and fast boats that made the first naval trade trips in the history..or did Alexander the great mix Titanium with Aluminum and Cast Iron to make impenetrable shields and swords that helped him conquer the whole world ?...Can the thermodynamics professor make a mistake someday and come to university with a Scottish kilt ??...Can me and a few bunch of other losers move to a deserted Island and announce that we've created Aristotle's Utopia ?...Israel did that in an inhabited place ! they are no better !...And nothing stopped his recalcitrance and heresy but the big black cloud of carbon monoxide which indicates that his bus is already there.
He sat on his favorite chair beside the window on the left and waited for other passengers to come and fill the bus so that it moves...and he was about to start the pure chaos he call thinking again but a short girl stared at him for few seconds before she says hi and sits on the chair beside him , she had her average share of beauty but her eyes were abnormally shiny and as soon as she settled down , she started doing something on her cell phone ,yet he could catch her stealing a look every while...anyway , the bus moved and our friend enjoyed the view from his window till the moment he got the ticket , and that means that his best part of the trip just started , making a very small paper boat from his ticket !.
He started making it very carefully as usual and with full concentration but he was shocked when he found that girl making a similar boat and finishing it before he did...he just smiled although he felt a little bit jealous that someone has just beaten him in his own hobby , she probably noticed it and started laughing then said : '' I've been making those boats since I was 5 , they mean more than just boats to me...they are a dream '' , then she introduced herself and so he did ..she studied law but she works as an accountant in a small medicine firm just because famous lawyers and consultancy offices prefer male graduates! and she's desperately seeking chances to travel abroad for further studies and Career as she really loves the law , she said that then starting staring at her paper boat in complete silence...and so did he ...To her , the boat meant departure...meant the dream...meant revenge..meant a strong desire to do what she loves and wants , he thought .
To him the boat meant a revolution , meant a change..meant a way of transport to the ideal thoughts and the virtual assumptions of his mind from the lands of illusion to the jungles we call earth.....It meant freedom to both of them...it meant transport...each on his own way.
Nothing broke that silence but the bus horn that made her suddenly tremble like she was waken up from a good dream , then she stood up and told him it's her station and smiled , but before leaving she gave him her paper boat and said one word in a clear Egyptian accent :'' Amal '' .......
To non-arabs : Amal means hope and I don't even know If that was her name or she literally meant to say " Hope!"

3 comments:

Unknown said...

Love it:)

Unknown said...

I really like this one... now I cant pick a fav! ^^ xD

Nosair VII said...

Thank you so much Basma =)

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