At about 10:30 pm, I had a strange feeling that turned my mood down. I sat down on the floor, put my head between my hands, started checking if there was something wrong. I asked myself " tomorrow my friends will come, food is ready to be cooked, almost everything is set. What's the matter, then?" I felt that some great trouble is there or happened or going to happen but I couldn't recognize it.
I escaped from these thoughts by going to sleep.
I woke up at about 2:00 am to answer my friend's call, then my mother had a phone call, and her reaction was like:
Mom: ha... yes... hmm.. ehemm.... WHAT!!! <-- the most terrified face was on my mother.
Hey there! I'd like to introduce to you one of my childhood best friends team:
Me, Mahmoud ( my brother, two years older than me), Yousif ( my cousin, one year older than my brother).
Our days then were the most exciting. They used to be like: I wake up and my brother, have our breakfast, wear proper clothes, get our selves ready, then go down to the second floor to call our cousin to start our adventure! We used to ride our bicycles, then have the best fun. From races to playing police & thieves game to hide & seek to our best game then ( ringing door bells of our neighbors then run), then we used to wait for the after noon when our fathers used to arrive from their jobs, then asked them for money.
After that, we went and bought lots of snacks and arrived to play a game we called it (sleep & wake up). Sure it's a ridiculous name but then, it was fine for us, kids. That game was about a mother and a father who would take care of their son to go to school, and the mother ( I think she was me) should prepare breakfast (snacks) for her husband and son and wait for them until they come back.( By the way, I liked the role of the mother as she was the only one able to eat from the snacks until her family came back).
Then night came and we went to Yosif's warm house to enjoy his elder sister's delicious fried potatoes that she prepared just for us. It was my favorite.
Our days were nothing but fun, fun and fun. I still remember those days... I was almost five when we used to go early to our grand mother's as she used to be sleeping then, and open her fridge and eat everything was there. Not because she prevented us from her fridge.. no, she would extremely welcome us and be happy, but because stolen food from her fridge had a different taste. We didn't stop after that, but we used to press a button on her Dictaphone in order to ring at my uncles', then make the best use of our legs and enjoy watching from far distance our old cousins going to see if grandma needed something. We used to do that trick everyday, until one day my grand mother gathered the three of us and gave us fruits then told us: " See kids! I give you whatever you want, I never prevent something from you. But I want to know who takes stuff from the fridge every day?" But we, kids were smart that couldn't be easily tricked.. we told her " Oh! Is there who takes stuff from you fridge!!! ohhh bad" You can say that we were crazy super triple.
We were like brothers.. I considered Yousif as my other brother and friend. He used to get my back whenever I argued with anyone, he also used to defend me whenever other boys bothered me or made fun of me. He also would have got my side if he had found me in trouble even with my female friends. He was so generous and the most kind-hearted person. He also defended my brother whenever someone annoyed him or made him in trouble, he was his companion and fellow.
You are asking about a faithful friend, affectionate brother, loyal companion, kind-hearted helper & dear fellow? Of course you mean Yosif!
Mom: ha... yes... hmm.. ehemm.... WHAT!!! DIED!!!!
Me & Karim: What!! Who?!!!
Mom: Yosif Abdul Hamid died?!!!
Me: Yousif my uncle's son?!
...
July 30, 2013 .. the 22nd night of Ramadan .. Yosif Abdul Hamid Seddiq died, 19 years old.
I'll let you imagine our feelings when we heard the news, that all the previous person died.
May ALLAH show mercy upon you and allow you to His paradise, my cousin!
I escaped from these thoughts by going to sleep.
I woke up at about 2:00 am to answer my friend's call, then my mother had a phone call, and her reaction was like:
Mom: ha... yes... hmm.. ehemm.... WHAT!!! <-- the most terrified face was on my mother.
Hey there! I'd like to introduce to you one of my childhood best friends team:
Me, Mahmoud ( my brother, two years older than me), Yousif ( my cousin, one year older than my brother).
Our days then were the most exciting. They used to be like: I wake up and my brother, have our breakfast, wear proper clothes, get our selves ready, then go down to the second floor to call our cousin to start our adventure! We used to ride our bicycles, then have the best fun. From races to playing police & thieves game to hide & seek to our best game then ( ringing door bells of our neighbors then run), then we used to wait for the after noon when our fathers used to arrive from their jobs, then asked them for money.
After that, we went and bought lots of snacks and arrived to play a game we called it (sleep & wake up). Sure it's a ridiculous name but then, it was fine for us, kids. That game was about a mother and a father who would take care of their son to go to school, and the mother ( I think she was me) should prepare breakfast (snacks) for her husband and son and wait for them until they come back.( By the way, I liked the role of the mother as she was the only one able to eat from the snacks until her family came back).
Then night came and we went to Yosif's warm house to enjoy his elder sister's delicious fried potatoes that she prepared just for us. It was my favorite.
Our days were nothing but fun, fun and fun. I still remember those days... I was almost five when we used to go early to our grand mother's as she used to be sleeping then, and open her fridge and eat everything was there. Not because she prevented us from her fridge.. no, she would extremely welcome us and be happy, but because stolen food from her fridge had a different taste. We didn't stop after that, but we used to press a button on her Dictaphone in order to ring at my uncles', then make the best use of our legs and enjoy watching from far distance our old cousins going to see if grandma needed something. We used to do that trick everyday, until one day my grand mother gathered the three of us and gave us fruits then told us: " See kids! I give you whatever you want, I never prevent something from you. But I want to know who takes stuff from the fridge every day?" But we, kids were smart that couldn't be easily tricked.. we told her " Oh! Is there who takes stuff from you fridge!!! ohhh bad" You can say that we were crazy super triple.
We were like brothers.. I considered Yousif as my other brother and friend. He used to get my back whenever I argued with anyone, he also used to defend me whenever other boys bothered me or made fun of me. He also would have got my side if he had found me in trouble even with my female friends. He was so generous and the most kind-hearted person. He also defended my brother whenever someone annoyed him or made him in trouble, he was his companion and fellow.
You are asking about a faithful friend, affectionate brother, loyal companion, kind-hearted helper & dear fellow? Of course you mean Yosif!
Mom: ha... yes... hmm.. ehemm.... WHAT!!! DIED!!!!
Me & Karim: What!! Who?!!!
Mom: Yosif Abdul Hamid died?!!!
Me: Yousif my uncle's son?!
...
July 30, 2013 .. the 22nd night of Ramadan .. Yosif Abdul Hamid Seddiq died, 19 years old.
I'll let you imagine our feelings when we heard the news, that all the previous person died.
May ALLAH show mercy upon you and allow you to His paradise, my cousin!
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