One day i realized that i should start packing. my flight to egypt is after one week. JUST one week. my mother keeps telling me to pack my things. 'you'll run out of time' she says. 'you'll forget things'. some would think that my mother is more worried than i am.
well, that's not right. i am worried, but i'm not worried about losing stuff or running out of time. i don't want to feel that i have got to leave them again. i don't want to pack my things like i saw them packing last summer. i don't want to go back to egypt all alone. i spent three month with them. in which i forgot everything about egypt and college.
i felt i came closer to the old me. when i was 17. school life, friends, lots of activities.
packing will do all of that. will take me from my family. will bring me back to reality.
but i started packing. unwillingly.
may Allah will spare all of you the grieve of being away from your family and your loved ones.
