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الموضوع: My Quest

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    Cool My Quest

    You know how some people believe that no matter how hard you search and try, there’s only actually one person you’re meant to be with? Well, I don’t! Or at least not so much. Destiny for me is a sarcastic enigma; sort of like a magician with a funny looking hairstyle and some weird cards. It shows you what is exactly on your mind, be it the ace of diamonds or the queen of hearts, and right there, just right there it fades away and you’re probably not going to see that again!
    Why am I talking about funny-looking magicians and what do they have to do with destiny, or with my quest even?
    In short, there’s a girl involved. Someone, or let’s call her “HER”, that special someone whom I met not long ago and simply couldn’t get her out of my mind. She was graciously and poetically beautiful and smart. And though we didn’t speak almost at all, there was that special connection and that* chemistry often spoken of. I was tense all the time around her and felt like my body was hanging in the sky, or maybe that’s the red-eye flight effect that I was on? But does it really matter? All I know is there was something elevating running through my veins the whole time, and I will not give up nor rest until I meet her again for I cannot shake this feeling off and I would love to have it again, and again and forever!



    So starting from today I will set up for my quest seeking that one special girl, adding clues each time, and hopefully she will come across my life one day, be it far or near, and I will need your help to make this happen. I want you to spread the word. Speak of my passion and burning curious desire to meet her again.
    We all love happy endings, don’t we?

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    كاتبة ومتذوقة قصص وروايات ونائبة رئيس السبلة العامة والشباب وإدارية سبلة القصص والروايات
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    It was a red-eye flight that took off at 12:30 a.m. As I was originally traveling from another country to the capital of my homeland and then to my hometown, I was seemingly exhausted and eagerly looking for a soft spot to rest my eyes. At the time almost every



    spot seemed like the one, and after too many battles with the ghosts of sleep and the lords of sweet dreams and others with the airline people to get me on a flight home, and after hours of standing my worn-out feet that I have been standing on since the start of that day, I lastly got a break of hope as the airline people decided to add an extra flight toward my destination due to the pressure of too many tired people wanting to go home.
    “This is the final boarding call for flight # XXXX heading to (my destination). All passengers are required to proceed to gate # XX for boarding” the announcer spoke with a humming-like tone through the ceiling of the airport. I clearly missed the previous two calls and I don’t know if this was due to my tiredness or the magic-like atmosphere that soared through the airport that night?
    I carried my black leather coat, my brief case and my heavy camera bag and walked like a mid-night drunk bum to the gate of boarding; not knowing that this gate was charmed with a life changing spell. A third-row window seat from the main aircraft’s door was my soft resting spot at last. Unknowing as I am, I sat after double and triple checking of the seat number and the one I had on my boarding ticket and after I placed my coat and brief case in the top shelve. A voice inside my head was wondering: “Who’ll set next to me? I bet it’s gonna be some smelly fat guy. What if he’s a chatter-box, Oh my GOD please don’t let that be.”
    I rested my head backwards and then, as Shakespeare says: Enters the mystical woman. A female figure with every sense of femininity checked the seats numbers and looked at the one on my left! She kept looking for a while, perhaps wondering if possible to ask for another next-to-a-woman seat or simply convince herself that it is ‘OK’ to sit down.
    “I remember now” the voice of my restless mind whispered as my eyebrows rose! “I saw her at the ticketing counter. She was standing a little far off behind my shoulder asking if possible to change her ticket to the extra flight.” And as I doubted my tired imagination it screamed: “Yes, it’s her. I’m sure ov’t!”
    It seemed that both me and HER were struggling with our mind voices and each trying to make a point. I settled to the fact that it was HER and she settled to the fact that it is OK to sit down.
    “Hot towels, sir?” said the flight attendant as my hand rose much faster than she could finish her suggestion and a kind smile was drawn on my face with a simple head shake as a sign of a polite negative response.

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    It seemed that both me and HER were struggling with our mind voices and each trying to make a point. I settled to the fact that it was HER and she settled to the fact that it is OK to sit down.

    “Hot towels, sir?” said the flight attendant as my hand rose much faster than she could finish her suggestion and a kind smile was drawn on my face with a simple head shake as a sign of a polite negative response.

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