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A cool breeze, cups of tea, stairs, cars, noise, crazy conversations, confessions, discussions… he smiles, she says something silly because she can and he laughs and then he tells her he loves her. And she says nothing and then she says i like you too because she is stupid. There are no fireworks, flowers, drums or anything filmy… not even a minor car accident to mark the moment but then does such a moment need an external something to become significant? Who says there is beauty in perfection! It was perfect, it was ours and nothing could have made it any more memorable than those words and all that there was behind them.

I think in that moment, sitting on the steps behind a building in Qusais, drinking chai, Allah mian made me the luckiest girl alive. I couldn’t have asked for more, I wouldn’t have asked for perfect.

It wont be long now.

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