A Lesson Or A Blessing.

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Her bloodshot eyes rose for the first time since she tugged her notepad close to her chest and hugged her self around it, she let her eyes roam around the scattered mess she made in search of memories and answers, she wasn't sure what to feel other than what she was feeling that she couldn't really term, something was eating at her chest, tearing it's way to the quivering muscular organ of hers that pumped blood, that something was grating her veins, she felt it, it was threatening to devour her, eat her a whole and leave nothing, she didnt want to allow it, she didnt want to let her self drown in its satisfaction, but nothing seemed to work to improve her mood or emotions, her tears were dried up, the lost she came across by the open of midnight, impacted every part of her being,

Her eyes, despite clouded, and hazy, noticed a crumbled paper somewhere in the box, every memory she saw in there was neat and as if it didnt last for years, all the memories, were kept afresh, new..and pristine,

She stretched her hands forward, not stopping her self, she knew nothing would shook or make her feel worse that what she already felt, she allowed the rough edges of the paper brush her palm as she pulled it back towards her figure, she slowly pulled it opened, and to say the least, she was surprised to see that the paper was not old nor was it wafting out a scent of time, the paper she held looked like it was written recently, to prove her self further, it was unexpected that Farouk's handwriting stared back at her in astonishment.

She knew Farouk's handwriting from the few times she had witnessed him write on his documentaries, but she couldn't understand what a newly written property of his was doing in a box filled with only memories relating to his brother. Yusif.

She ironed the paper in it's full length and held it out with her both hands, she knew her hands shook and her vision was glazed, but her gaze reached out to the first line of the writeup she held,

Somewhere across those seas and oceans,

Somewhere amidst those forests and ponds,

Somewhere round the hills and down the bends,

Somewhere in the heart of africa,

Lived someone, hidden, undiscovered, and unidentified.

Someone made just for me,

In a place, I didn't expect,

At a time, I never predicted,

From the very first time I set my eyes on yours,

I knew there was something more to it than just its beauty,

I knew deep within, was a soft delicate personnel,

That you alone own.

Ummee always says,

'you're too devoted and hardly make mistakes',

But then,

You came, and I made a mistake,

A mistake I will forever be grateful for,

A blessing in disguise,