Ummi put the plate on the middle of the table. She cooked dawali, Ameen`s favourite food. It is rice with tomato sauce and chicken. Then she just stood at the door and watch her family. They were all there around the table. All her children with their families. It was a great view. She could stay and just look forever. They were all happy. Finally she saw happiness on Ameen`s face too. Petra was the newest member, but they all knew she would be a part of the family forever. They loved her, especially after they told their remarcable story.
"Come Ummi stay beside Babba, let`s eat." - said Iman.
"I am so happy we are all together." - answered Ummi.
"Shokran for leting me come here and have the Eid lunch with you." - said Petra.
"You are our daughter. You are where your place is." - Babba said.
"It is the best Eid we ever had. Eid mubarak (happy Eid)" - said Ameen.
It was hard to say goodbye to all those people who fulfilled her life in the past years. At the airport there was Ummi, Babba, Azra and the others too. She took a deep breath, felt the smell of the desert, that specific smell she got used with. The dry wind caressed her face, and a piece of her shal got down, letting her hair flow into her eyes. She had sadness and happiness in her soul in the same time. But she got her heart back, and this was not where her heart had to be. She had to return to her mountain. There were so many nights when she dreamed of the mountain, and now, when she was on her way back to it, a strange feeling crossed her whole body and mind, a feeling she knew she had to explain somehow to herself. It was all about the two worlds. The two worlds that in fact does not exist. There is just one. And there was no war. Never. The only war was in her heart, she had to fight only with herself.
Petra held Ummi and Babba, kissed their hands and thanked them for raising Ameen the way they did, then held Azra.
"You deserve this Petra. You and Ameen deserve happiness. You are not human. What you did is more than anybody could imagine. But now it is time for the two of you to enjoy each other. I will miss you."
"We will come to visit you. Take care of yourself, of your family and the kids from the camp."
"I will. Now go. Fee aman Allah."
Maybe this was the way things had to happen. True things never die, and there was only one truly true thing. Love. All the others were simple inventions of her mind. All the sleepless nights, all those tears, pain, fears she had...it was only in her imagination, none of them were true, so none of them would reach eternity. Just love.
They had to do all this way, to grow up, to understand the existance itself so they could enjoy each other. It was not easy, but as they looked in the other`s eyes, they both felt that it was worth.
Ameen held his parents and told them that from that day on they would never have to worry about him anymore. He knew that was impossible, because that is how parents are, but he also knew that Ummi and Babba wanted him happy, and if that happiness is somewhere far away, between some mountains, they knew that Ameen was doing the right thing. They were proud of their son and proud of Petra too. Ummi`s eyes were full of tears, but these tears were not like the ones she had years ago, when she saw his son suffering. These were tears that were hiding hope, a hope that soon she and Babba would take their flight to see their grandchild.
"Come Ummi stay beside Babba, let`s eat." - said Iman.
"I am so happy we are all together." - answered Ummi.
"Shokran for leting me come here and have the Eid lunch with you." - said Petra.
"You are our daughter. You are where your place is." - Babba said.
"It is the best Eid we ever had. Eid mubarak (happy Eid)" - said Ameen.
It was hard to say goodbye to all those people who fulfilled her life in the past years. At the airport there was Ummi, Babba, Azra and the others too. She took a deep breath, felt the smell of the desert, that specific smell she got used with. The dry wind caressed her face, and a piece of her shal got down, letting her hair flow into her eyes. She had sadness and happiness in her soul in the same time. But she got her heart back, and this was not where her heart had to be. She had to return to her mountain. There were so many nights when she dreamed of the mountain, and now, when she was on her way back to it, a strange feeling crossed her whole body and mind, a feeling she knew she had to explain somehow to herself. It was all about the two worlds. The two worlds that in fact does not exist. There is just one. And there was no war. Never. The only war was in her heart, she had to fight only with herself.
Petra held Ummi and Babba, kissed their hands and thanked them for raising Ameen the way they did, then held Azra.
"You deserve this Petra. You and Ameen deserve happiness. You are not human. What you did is more than anybody could imagine. But now it is time for the two of you to enjoy each other. I will miss you."
"We will come to visit you. Take care of yourself, of your family and the kids from the camp."
"I will. Now go. Fee aman Allah."
Maybe this was the way things had to happen. True things never die, and there was only one truly true thing. Love. All the others were simple inventions of her mind. All the sleepless nights, all those tears, pain, fears she had...it was only in her imagination, none of them were true, so none of them would reach eternity. Just love.
They had to do all this way, to grow up, to understand the existance itself so they could enjoy each other. It was not easy, but as they looked in the other`s eyes, they both felt that it was worth.
Ameen held his parents and told them that from that day on they would never have to worry about him anymore. He knew that was impossible, because that is how parents are, but he also knew that Ummi and Babba wanted him happy, and if that happiness is somewhere far away, between some mountains, they knew that Ameen was doing the right thing. They were proud of their son and proud of Petra too. Ummi`s eyes were full of tears, but these tears were not like the ones she had years ago, when she saw his son suffering. These were tears that were hiding hope, a hope that soon she and Babba would take their flight to see their grandchild.
"Last call for the passagers of the flight 1054 to Bucharest, Romania" -they heard.
"It is time to go hayaty." - Ameen said."Naam..." - answered Petra.
The plane started its flight. Ammen and Petra were looking out on the window. They saw the family a little as they stood there and were looking up to them, then they were upon Amman. They looked at the minarets, the houses with flat roofs, the giant flag, then it all became a huge sandy land.
Ameen held Petra`s hand. They looked deeply in each other`s eyes and knew that from that moment on nothing on earth or beyond it could ever keep them apart."And now what?" - Petra asked.
"Maybe we should go back to Istanbul, to get back what we left there."
"Only after we climb the mountain in Brasov and have that kiss we dreamed about for so many years."
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