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هايدي

كل مرة بشوف اسم هايدي على التايم لاين ببتسم…

أنا قضيت سنة واحدة فقط مع هايدي في نفس المكان، بعدين هايدي رجعت مصر وأنا فضلت في الدوحة.. بس السنة دي كانت كفيلة تأسس لصداقة استمرت رغم المسافات أكثر من 7 سنين..

تليفونات وفايسبوك، ولما “كبرنا” بقت رسايل كل فترات طويلة بس ولا مرة في كل الفترات دي وصلني إحساس إني غريبة أو أنه بكلم حد مش هيفهمني..

ممتنة لكل العمر الي تشاركناه والتغييرات الجذرية الي حصلت في حياتنا خلال الـ 8 سنين دول..

هايدي عاصرتني بكل أطوال شعري، وكل أشكالي، وكل أفكاري، وكل مستوياتي الأكاديمية، وكل أحوالي.. أكثر حد أقدر أقول إني شاركته عمري على بعد كأنه موجود.. هي ولينا – ولينا قصة لم تكتب بعد.

أكثر أيام بفتكر فيها شكل هايدي وروحها هما ثلاثة:
*يوم ما جات لي المستشفى لما عملت عملية وأنا عندي 14 سنة، ورغم البهدلة خرجت معاها بيبجاما برتقالية وقعدنا نتمشى في أروقة المستشفى وأنا بكامل قواي العقلية وقعدنا نرغي..
*يوم ثاني جات لي البيت الساعة 6 الصبح، ودخلنا الاوضة كملنا نوم جنب يوسف (كان ساعتها عنده سنة) وبعدين صحينا وفطرنا وجهزنا وخرجنا ورجعنا ومشيت من عندي الساعة 11 بالليل..
*ويوم ثالث كنا خارجين فيه، وكان معانا يوسف – ومازلت ممتنة بشكل خاص لهايدي انها كانت الوحيدة الي بتخرج معي ومعايا طف (more…)

To Morrie… A hello, an intro &TTYL!

Dear Morrie,

In a professional writing class I was taught by a professor – who later on avoided saying “Hi” on campus most probably due to his assumptions of my political affiliation; that you use a comma after the name of the addressed only if there is a friendly relationship or some sort of acknowledgment between you other wise you use a colon. He also taught me not to go with run-ons. However, I am sure we know each other, may be in some other life.

You used to teach my favourite subject, sociology. I was taught sociology by an amazing Tunisian professor Dr. Mohsen Bou-Azizi.

I got to know you through my freshman year at my university, registered at the time as an English literature and linguistics student. And I never left you behind since then.

Yesterday I needed to watch a movie just because. Or let me be honest it’s not just because I needed to watch a movie that would let me overcome a great deal of misery of my friends being jailed for no reason while every media outlet tries to fit some reason to their agenda. I would talk to you about them but I lost the motive to talk…

I am a policy planning and development graduate. Excuse me for delaying the intro. I switched major at my junior year and I graduated a semester earlier with a semester more worth of credits. I rushed my way to my degree and now I just can’t find a reason why I did that. I earned nothing from the rush but a lower GPA than I deserved. I also don’t regret it. I learned a great deal about myself and I keep learning more everyday and I seem to be a whole lot of details much larger than I expected.

Back to the movie, I missed you. The guy who played you was a good actor enough so I would never let you go. I watched the movie again. Cried my time through it. Pausing it to talk to Khaled and then continue crying to sleep and back to watching it this morning. However I smiled this time so wide as I would have never expected you know?

I am 22 years old, coach. Funny enough, you died a little time earlier than my brother’s birth; and if you lived you would be celebrating your 99th birthday in a few days. You died when I was 2 and a few and there was no chance you could have taught me in person.

Anyway, it seems to be true; you lived your way to the 100 and you’re not dying any time soon. That’s good news.

This is a long letter that was actually aimed to be a two words of thank you.

Before I write on and forget; you left us a very good lecturer: Mitch. It’s a shame you didn’t talk him into Academia. He would have made a good professor. He is teaching in his own way though.

I wanted to say thank you for keeping me company and making me smile.

I might write back again sometime. I dunno.

I hope you’re in heaven enjoying your time with all the love you left living behind.

I wish someday, we could meet; I would prefer to talk to you rather than to write. And hey, guess what; it’s Tuesday!

All the best, Coach.

Asmaa

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