I met a very special girl last summer, a girl that now I call a sister. We had days where we would laugh together for no reason and days we both felt like crap. We met last year during the summer leadership program in the U.S. Most of the time we were arguing about almost everything, but we always seemed to understand where the other person came from and why they would act the way they did. We talked about very sensitive issues together and most of the time disagreed but there was always something special between us that I till this day don’t understand. Laila is my sister from Palestine; she has the most amazing personality but at times gets on my nerves. She has a very strong personality and always sticks to what she has to say (not necessarily always a good point). We had a lot in common yet we were very different; a lot of our friends never seem to understand why we were friends because we would fight all the time (believe me I have no clue either).
There were nights where we would sit together and laugh at the most random things in the world, we would both start crying for the most stupid thing ever, we got angry together and almost had the same emotions most of the time. During our whole stay in the U.S we had a REAL argument once and that day I could not even concentrate. It was our argument in Memphis when we left her and two other girls at the hotel (something out of my control). The next day was our flight back to Delaware and everyone knew we had a quarrel. That day I woke up late, left a lot of things back at Memphis, I even forgot my passport at the hotel and was very close to missing the plane. While I was waiting for Prof. Cox to go back to the hotel and get my passport, Laila stay with me. For the first half hour we did not say a word, we slowly started discussing what had gone wrong and got to understand what the other person was REALLY thinking. After that it was like the pervious day never had happened.
I miss my Laila very much and I love her even more than ever. This Blog is for my Laila, my friend, my sister, my roommate in Egypt, my inspiration.
Here are some memories:
There were nights where we would sit together and laugh at the most random things in the world, we would both start crying for the most stupid thing ever, we got angry together and almost had the same emotions most of the time. During our whole stay in the U.S we had a REAL argument once and that day I could not even concentrate. It was our argument in Memphis when we left her and two other girls at the hotel (something out of my control). The next day was our flight back to Delaware and everyone knew we had a quarrel. That day I woke up late, left a lot of things back at Memphis, I even forgot my passport at the hotel and was very close to missing the plane. While I was waiting for Prof. Cox to go back to the hotel and get my passport, Laila stay with me. For the first half hour we did not say a word, we slowly started discussing what had gone wrong and got to understand what the other person was REALLY thinking. After that it was like the pervious day never had happened.
I miss my Laila very much and I love her even more than ever. This Blog is for my Laila, my friend, my sister, my roommate in Egypt, my inspiration.
Here are some memories:
1 comment:
I miss you guys. lol i remember that day. U TWO WERE ANGRY.lol
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