- Exciting … really.
- Yes, actually, the idea came to me from a real situation.
- They say reality is more inspiring than imagination.
- That’s absolutely true, especially if you witness a side of it, it’s somehow comforting and shocking at the same time.
- You seem relaxed today, ibhog. Thank God!
- Maybe because I didn’t go to college the last two days …
- Is that it?
- Some of it of course.
- You know, you have to take that college thing a little bit easy, you either take it so serious or totally abandon study and everything, why don’t you just take it easy and normal, if you feel bored, do something different, and if you’re bored from the different thing, go back to study, that’s comic 
. I mean really, revealing things are there on shelves; go out, read books, blog!, write, watch a movie, listen to something, talk to friends and relatives, do something totally new, maybe crazy! … but just don’t get too busy with any of these things, be normal, take the best from everything.
- Sometimes, I feel so depressed when I loose marks, that’s painful btw … and ridiculously material.
- Well, that’s a good sign, that’s what keeps your grades high, but if you look a little far, grades are not the only distinguishable thing, there are many more things; personality, rationality and openness.
- Sound words !
- Yet important?
- Sure.
- Did you hear of the saying “one has to make his own luck in this world”, it’s in many books and movies.
- Yeah.
- So, what do you think about it?
- What do you think about it ??
- Well, if it means that one has to work too hard to be lucky, I totally agree with it.
- What’s the point anyway?
- In brief, if you finally achieve what you want, and sometimes what people want, then you will be lucky, and to achieve what you want, well, change as you told me before, you have to work hard for it too! even change needs work, life is rosy and thorny at the same time, like a thistle.
- What makes you think I don’t work hard ?
- You think more than you act … right?
- Yes, but I act finally, despite problems in the nature of this act.
- Do you know what do people expect you to achieve, for instance, your closest relatives and friends? because if you know, it will help a lot.
- Honestly, I sometimes need encouragement more than expectations, to me, I am very glad when someone trusts me rather than just expecting something from me. And also sometimes I want to know what do people actually think of me. Many times, I asked “what do you really think of me?” but I don’t get a fair answer, I need someone to just slam me with a real reasonable answer, but that somebody have got to be careful, it is not easy to say your opinion about someone without any bias, I mean you’ve got to make him feel that you are telling him about himself for only the sake of himself.
- What do you think of yourself?
- It’s not that simple.
- I understand.
- There has got to be an outside view of things, you know.
- Hmmm. You didn’t tell me about that side of reality that you witnessed 
…
- Aha, it was that day, when I was getting back home from college, sitting in the fancy mini-bus, when we crossed by that street and there she was … small, young rounded face, blond hair, green eyes with crystal tears, she was standing beside a car parking at the street side, leaning her head to the left as if her little biggest hope on earth is completely gone and lost. I think she was no more than 7 years, short enough to not reach more than the parked car side mirror. Her breaths were like if they were her last ones, one breath of them comes with her little crying voice from the inside and just vanishes with the rest of her breath. She leans her head while looking at every face in the street, even she looked to the mini-bus I was sitting in, her tears turned her eyes’ sides into light red, beautifully aligned as if she went to the best eye coiffure ever. She was the miss of the street in these three minutes the mini-bus stopped to drop someone. I was in an ocean of thoughts till I saw her tiny hands fisting hard and shivering. If you looked at her face, her shivering hands and her tearing eyes, you say that this world has no tiny mercy left. Though her affectionate voice was barely heard due to the crowd, a dark colored, yet kindly hearted man, ran, leaving the coffee shop he works at, as if he found the unnamed missing thing from everyone in this cruel life, crossing the street fast enough to reach her in maybe 2 seconds, leaned down to reach her face, she didn’t have time to just let her inside flow, with the most touching cries I ever witnessed, she didn’t say anything, but the sweating kind man allowed himself a reach to her shivering hand, which she, in a whim, turned it back side and turned herself to the car giving her back to the man. He smiled and began to utter words I didn’t hear, but I think it was enough to break the ice, because she turned her face, her mouth were opened as if she is delivering a scream, finally, the man touched her shivering cold hand with both of his hands, continuing his calming talks to her, till her breaths became calm, her tears have finally stopped leaving a shining effect on her little white face, after that, I saw her nodding as if she agreed on something, I think he finally managed to convince her to come with him and wait for her mom and dad at the coffee shop. When they were about to leave the street side and cross, he moved, but she stopped, he turned to her, leaning down to listen her first words, I didn’t hear them, but after that, the man smiled and slowly and elegantly carried her, she couldn’t keep her tears from pouring again being carried and crossed the street on the kind man’s shoulders. At that point, the mini-bus was moving away. It didn’t take more than 4 minutes. I think the man knew her parents well, he seems old in this district and everybody knows him, but that little girl really made a perfect scene.
- Wow! I bet you added some imagination, you’re crazy I know.
- Yeah, I completed the part when the man reached her, because for real, the bus left when he was running to her. Somehow, I felt dull, I really wanted to get to her but that man took the chance, besides, the bus were away.
- When are you going to finish the story ?
- Hey, I am just in the phase of writing down thoughts, I can have more, when I feel full I think I’ll begin isA.
- You know, writing sometimes makes life far better than thinking about anything, it’s like, thinking makes you fatigue enough to just sit down and write, you then find many things to talk about and many persons to talk to!! so your story will be better for your own sake not for any reader.
- It is really important to realize that writing is for the writer than the reader, because the writer, when reading his own words, is the most understanding person who can get their meaning, because, simply, he was the one who wrote them. Also, I am able to see many things through writing.
- One also feels comfortable after writing something he always wanted to say out loud, written words can be louder than any screaming voice, sometimes, writing is even better than listening to a touch-worded song or a calm piece of music, because, when you write, you add your touch to things, you write from your own perspective.
- Its flourishing also to make someone happy with your writing, besides your own enjoyment, you typically will be happy if someone says something good about your words. Somehow, I feel the little truth left in this life worths millions of writers to write about. There exist many people in this life, that are the good itself, everyone of those deserves a library of descriptions, so people can know really what do the words “love”, “respect”, “trust”, “appreciation” … etc, really mean.
- Love? this is a really sound, big word to be written alone without pages of guarding words, , you see, I am good at writing too.
- Love is maybe the “motherword” of all other words in life, but unfortunately, it is so misunderstood and misused sometimes.
- How do you think it’s misunderstood??
To be continued,
