A night of many nights..

Snug and comfy in my Penn State sweatshirt...

From my balcony I am watching the world go by... a mother walking home from the supermarket.. a bored teenager kicks a Pepsi can on his way to the Cafe...

The night air smells like the sea.. memories float.. palm trees whisper.. a mischievous giggle can be heard if you listen carefully...

A sudden change in the atmosphere...

I realize that I am now witnessing time rewind...

The world is walking backwards.. and I'm peeking through a mouse hole...

Could that handsome gentleman racing his peers without a care in the world.. be our cranky old neighbor.. who pokes the young boys with his cane heading to Asar prayer?

Could those two youthful girls playing marbles in their floral jalabiyah's with colors defying all laws of fashion.. possibly be the old maids living in the huge villa at the the corner of the street.. mentally noting every neighborhood activity to gossip about it later on over their routine cup of tea...

Could that bashful lady carrying a tray of Arabic coffee across the yard with her long braid swinging down her back.. perhaps be my grandmother?
If I could only see her dimples..!

And like the curiosity that killed the cat..

I am back in year 2010.. with all my never-ending worldly issues..
From Iceland's volcano to my Oral Biology exam Wednesday morning...

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Isha prayer rings in the sky...
Young boys beware of a poke in the gut by Amo Ahmad's walking cane..

Ah! How he used to run!