It was almost 9:00 PM.
I started the engine, wore my glasses (yes I haven't noticed how much my eye sight have decreased lately). The ride back from my uncle's house was smooth. "Enshodat Al Ma6ar" playing in the background.
As soon as Abdu enchated "ba3ad '3adden ta3ood, la boda an ta3ood"
I signled to my lil sis at the back to keep it shshsh. I wanted to enjoy every second of it. I only wished I stole that mug of tea infused with Iranian saffron from my uncle's. It wouldn've been the perfect companion with this mood.
I whispered: "Baba esma3 sho egool abdu, sho tefham mn el words?"
He studied the words for a bit, then said: "He's comparing his saddness, to a baby who lost his mom, and people are lieing to him saying she will come back!"
I admired his quick answer so much that it hurt me how little time we get to spend everyday. Being that everyone is busy with his own life.
However, these few mintues spent with him, will always be so dear to me.