September 26, 2009
A dream-induced nostalgia!
Days ago, I had a dream, a strange one…
I was in the art therapy studio, knowing that Dr. M had passed away, I don’t exactly remember if there were other people, but I was very close to the wall that had his self portraits and none of them was there!
I kept touching the bare walls as I fought to hold back my tears… I wanted to cry so badly…
I woke up feeling extremely down and depressed…
The same day I visited an old friend from my previous job at her home… she had a big portrait of our late boss S, the one I loved and respected.
I kept staring at the old photo with her skin revealing that it was taken when she was younger than when I’ve known her… and I forced the words to come to my mouth “Allah yer7amek ya S” then I paused and said “wa7shany awy!”
Today, I was in downtown running a government related errand. While waiting for the driver to pick me up, I decided to walk around; I was in my sneakers and the weather was nice. I kept walking from one random street to the other until I stopped to read the name of the street - “شارع شمبليون”… I stopped, looked across the street to the far extension on its other side and realized that I was a few blocks away from the Art Therapy Center. I stood there for a while as if I was lost, my eyes had tears and my heart felt heavy, then I said “Allah yer7amak ya Dr. M” and got on the sidewalk and continued walking towards Tahrir Square.
Other than that, I had a good day. Alhamdulilah.
I was off to bed, and I suddenly remembered all that and had the strong urge to write about it, so there!