[محب الصحابه]

A Rainy Memories .


It was 7 o’clock in the morning ,I opened my eyes looking every where

as if something missing .

I was a little bit tired, but I gathered my strength to leave bed . And as

usual my head hit the rim of the bed , It was painful this time . I got used to

this , each time I decided to buy a new bed I forgot , I don’t know, maybe

I got used to this way of getting up.

I went toward the window and I hauled up the curtains to let in some fresh air .

“ What an air !! ”. I said to myself taking a long breath .It went deep in my

heart flirting those sleepy feelings .

I went to the sitting room and sat there as usual , having my coffee and

holding an old book ,

trying to finish what I had started last night.

My eyes were straying among the words. I didn’t have any pleasure .

This time it was different.

I got unusual feelings , I’ve never had in my life before . I felt a kind of

dejection and couldn’t really know why..!!!

It was cold and raining out there , I can hear the drops thudding on the roof

Though I was wearing a jacket , but still trembling like a little bird . I held

the book and kept on reading , but the rain was thudding more strongly on
the roof . The sound was a heartbreaking melody . A baffling feelings

went inside my heart.

I put the book aside and I went downstairs to enjoy the rainy melodies . I

opened the door and stood on the step . It was an outstanding scene . I

always used to love rain and enjoy my time playing with the mud in the

backyard . But this time I wished it would stop . It reminded me of my

mother’s tears crying over my grandpa’s death .Couldn’t do anything but

wiping her tears with my hand .

It reminded me of the day when I left my country unwillingly . My eyes

were full of tears wishing to go back.

“Oh, rain” no more delightful memories . All what you hold for me is

melancholic pictures .

My face was dribbling , but I don’t know was it the rain or my tears .