Hisham: Cindy .. enti fen?

Ana: fel bet.. eshm3na?

Hisham: asl .. Islam w Anis 3mlo 7adsa.. Islam tawfa w Anis f elmostashfa..

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• my manager died..

• Islam tawafa..

• Islam was a doctor..who loved working..so he started working since he was just a junior in first year in college..

• he became a training manager.. and..he had a training outside the company so he traveled.. isn’t this ironic?

• he was going to be 29 years old on 28th of November..

• he died in Saudi Arabia.. while he was crossing the street with Anis..

• it was his first time to ever travel over seas..it was his first time to ride a plane..isn’t this ironic?

• he died alone..he was single..

• he had a cat..

• he used to write poetry.. short stories..and it all was about loneliness..and how tired his soul is.. isn’t this ironic?

• we had a medical project that was going to be launched and he was so excited that finally his job is intersecting with his studies..

• he was reminding me of the pics of our meetings the day before he traveled..and telling me how much he misses those days.. and that now he is trusting me..and that he knows i have so much to give and that i need two sessions with him to (azabt) my temper..

• he was the only one from work to come and visit me in my accident.. isn’t this ironic?

• i sent him an sms at 10 am asking him to call me as i was in a business meeting and i needed his opinion..he called back but i couldn’t answer as i was stuck in the meeting.. isnt this ironic?

• i had a dream about him two nights ago ..that he took me out .. to have dinner with him..after thinking about it after what happened now.. it’s kinda scary..isnt this ironic?

• isnt this ironic..for him to turn down a year ago a job offer in Dubai that was 5 times bigger than his salary here.. so he would stay in the company so he would travel to Saudi on a business trip to die there?

• …

• i cant cry..

tears are frozen in my eyes..

• i cant cry..

but i can feel my blood is boiling inside of my veins..

• i cant cry

but am remembering each conversation .. the way he smiled.. how he talked.. how he used to tell me that am the only girl that he wishes to be a guy so he can hit him..how he used to tell me calm down..dont waste your talent on idiots..how he used to tell me to have patience ..and that i reminded him of cats..

• i cant cry..

but i know i will cry the moment i see his mother..specially that he was the kindest and the most gentle son to her..

• i cant cry

but i remember how he was when *Yasmine’s father* our college died and he was there for her..

• how he is worried about people

• how helpful he was ..to friends strangers passing by people ..

• i cant cry..

but i know i regret every grudge i held against him.. every anger i felt towards him..every word i said about him ..

• i cant cry..but i know i will ..

• i dont know ..

• am lost..

• am confused

• i cant believe it still !

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