Nassim and I
This has been one of the most hectic weeks for a very long time. Nassim called me few days ago and we ended up having a field trip. We went to visit one of our aunts, who lives in the outskirts of Amman. Just getting there was an adventure. Nassim has been one of the most important people in my life since a very young age.
He is the cousin that Hania and me had to take with us when we went out; he was the person who covered up for us when we needed that. He was the person who got us out of so many troubles with our parents and our school. He introduced me to markaz Haya, and sakher computer, to grandizer (I am thinking of Grandizer because i read about it in the blog of a guy called Ahmad Humeid. And the wishes prayer! (which by the way worked when we were young, I asked God to become a super woman, and Hania ask God to send her a piano, and she did get her piano at the time she asked for it… Ohh the shock! Of course I never became a super woman…but I still was shocked)
Nassim gave me my first book, which was called the prisoner of Zenda. He was the first person ever to put the idea of drawing in my head. He was the person who gave me my first cigarette (that was bad, but at least it was under supervision). He was always very involved in my life. In short, he represented the figure of an older brother, who is not so hypocrite like most of my friends’ brothers all through my life.
Unfortunately we drift apart for a while, it did not bother me because, even though we were not on daily speaking terms, I always knew that Nassim would jump to the rescue if I ever needed him, even if he was in Australia! And going with him that day broke this silence period. We suddenly started talking as if we have never drift apart… it was so nice and comfortable to talk to him, to be able to remember things and laugh, I saw him three time in 2 days, which is a record, since at some point 3 or 4 years passed without seeing him… so cheers to you Nassim, always be cool!