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Friends Forever...

After 17 years or so, we met today. It's incredible! Nothing less! I have met one of my childhood friends and her family today.

We both lived in Libya for some dreamy days which we still remember with deep fondness. Those were the golden days of life-life in a beautiful oasis of Sahara desert.
We were really good friends. I still remember the things we did specially one day,
when...
we decided to spend and play together. But we wanted to inform everyone that we decided not to include anyone but me and her. And we travelled across the whole neighbourhood to inform others(friends), we are not playing with you(other friends) today! And eventually sun had been set! We finished our play for that day and probably forever!
Any way her brother who was a one year old kid, now a young man. And his father( my dad's colleague) and her mother-my mothers favourite have remained all the same persons with that warmness! I really won't forget the eventful reunion day!
I am looking for some more such(not as same may be!) reunions in the coming days Allah wiling...
Sorry! something more...
I forgot to write; my friend has become a beautiful and pretty young lady now...

Comments

Anonymous said…
17 years! WOW!
I could have ended my comment up there...yet th last line asks for a bit somthing...

"Come away O human child,
To the water and the wild.
With a faery hand in hand,
For the world is more full of weeping than you can understand."

Literally!
January 24, 2008 at 2:57 AM
Anonymous said…
Why you write ...."We finished our play for that day and probably forever."...........After that DAY you didn't play Together?????
September 15, 2009 at 8:19 PM
SABBIR said…
Hello anonymous!

Thats the truth, I suppose and so I wrote!

Why don't you like it please?

thanks
September 15, 2009 at 10:31 PM
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