He sat down slowly, an old wooden bench in traditional arabian design held his mass. A quiet spot, this was, in the middle of a fast-moving, ever growing city. His table was empty, but soon after he arrived it had a tray of breakfast with warm, traditional furnace baked bread, white feta cheese and a small portion of 'oh-so sweet' jam. A glass of hot chai haleeb* lay by his tray, ready for him to consume.
He looked around; on the table opposite his were a few old men, dressed in their traditional thobs, discussing life and it's many meanings. On another table was a group of young businessmen, wearing their crisp clean suits, chattering about the latest financial stock trends. The remaining tables were also filled with groups of equally arbitrary characters, each involved in their own topics of conversation.
The mood was nonetheless, very calm. A few meters away lay the heart of Bahrain's business district, with people rushing from place to place, striving to meet deadlines, running through crowds, zooming through traffic. Bankers, lawyers, business owners, salesmen, all rushing. But here, all the hustle and bustle of the city seemed to melt down into calm chit chatter, shielded away from the hot rays of the sun by the large cloth sunshades up above.
He needed a break from life, a chance to stop and catch his breath. Things had been very stressful lately, he had many troubles, even more worries, and not much seemed to be going right at the moment.
Except now.
In this little corner of the earth, where everything seemed to take a break, to relax from how hectic life was, he sat. Not much seemed to be going right in his life, except for the delicious warm bread, cheese and jam lying infront of him. Not much seemed to be going right in his life, except for the sweet glass of chai by his tray. Not much seemed to be going right in his life, except that in this quiet oasis in the middle of the city, life seemed to take a break from itself. Everything was calm now. His mind was clear. He thought all his issues, all his problem, all his concerns through. His mind was now uninterrupted; everything seemed so obvious, so clear. He took another sip of his chai. "Everything is going to be just fine", he told himself.
* Chai haleeb: Traditional tea and milk, usually served warm.
A litte bit of me-time and yes, everything is gonna be just fine..thanks for a timely reminder :D
ReplyDeleteEverything will be fine.
ReplyDeleteYou should write like that more often... you're pretty good! Love the descriptions and the setting.
A soulful piece I have read in a very long time. Things shall work out - stay strong. Prayers and pleasant thoughts for whatever is on your mind/heart these days.
ReplyDeleteThat's a great description...
ReplyDeleteYou will do fine my friend. I am going through rough times too - and blogging is a great way to relieve the stress!
Take it easy... rabbak kbeer w everything will be fine in the end,
Because if things don't go fine then the world would have stopped
Nice :-)
ReplyDeletewell written Ammar!
Fatema Ali
When the mind shuts off all the intrusion that is taking place in one's life, the voice of the soul seems louder than usual......
ReplyDeleteA person needs peace, a smile, and a warm embrace from loved ones. Then the person would be fine.
its always the little things that count
ReplyDeleteAre you talking to me? I'm sure you are!
ReplyDeleteNote to self: Everything is going to be just fine...
Thank you for this post.
skipping work, are we?
ReplyDeleteworries, worries..it's such a sweet feeling when u suddenly get rid of them!
ReplyDeleteNice & calm ;-)
hug me >--O--<
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