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Jasim   Jordan   
July, 08, 2008 3:18 PM
One word: "Wow!"
Mayyasi   Jordan   
July, 08, 2008 3:56 PM
I really cannot tell

What a wonderful description for such an ordinary girl!!

I like it though the end was sad!!!
Catalyst   Spain   
July, 08, 2008 4:59 PM
Ola, Dalia , me,

Its amazing , right? And the poor guy would never get his answer, technology haven't made things easier, at the end of the day , an e-mail, a sincere comment, a profound chat will not make the best of friends , I think it is still the same old ways.

Dalia, nobody needs to be anything. The most important person on earth to me is myself. I know you exist in me and everyone, Dalia .. Akhhh..

Ola this story will put me in this strange mood for the coming few days, You move the world with your words, from the comfort of your home..

Will tell you what happened next :


The next day Ahmad Farouq wakes up all ready to go to his office, and of course, all excited and anticipates that she´d answer, he checks his inbox. There is nothing there, and a certain amount of depression hits him, he thinks it can´t be that she didn´t write to him back, it just can´t.
He goes about his daily life errands, reads the newspaper as everyday, a story about a girl that was hit near to where he works, he feels sorry for her, and recalls a way in which he sympathizes with people, he convinces himself that he knows her, that she is a dear friend, a kin, or his love.
But Ahmad Farouq tries to think of a reply, nothing comes to his mind, he decides to wait, maybe this is her way of making things not easy, she is not an easy girl that he can simply meet up with, actually he feels better now. He really wants to meet up with her, he really feels something special about this meeting.
For the next few days, he checks his e-mail, looking for one name only, goes back to the few e-mails they exchanged, he just wants a new reply, anything; she doesn’t have to tell him YES. She only needs to answer.
And as the days go on, his patience and anticipation transform, he becomes at times angry and frustrated, and then feels like a stupid guy, finally some sort of indifference, but
Catalyst   Spain   
July, 08, 2008 5:00 PM
but he decides to write a final message to her.
“ Dear, I hope you are O.K, I sent you an e-mail earlier and I don’t know what you think, I really want to meet up with you because I think it is the right thing to do, actually it feels strange that you didn’t answer, and yes, I’m a little bit angry, … Look, here is my mobile number, just send me a message..07xxxxxxx “
Ahmad Farouq neither receives an SMS message, nor does he receive a reply to his e-mail, he finally deletes her contact address, the e-mails that they exchanged, and Dalia - the ordinary girl – is dead one more time.
Princess N   Jordan   
July, 08, 2008 6:02 PM
I have to say, WOW.. i never read your blog before and I am glad i did now..
Beautifully written...
hatem abunimeh   United States   
July, 08, 2008 6:29 PM
Subliminally, his mind wouldn’t stop humming her name, his compunction is laying siege on his brains. What could he have done differently that would have kept the flow of emails? Did he rush in a moment of haste and asked her to meet with him in person! What is so bad about meeting in person? His mind was going through a flurry of activities and mixture of incomprehensible images. Could she be a handicapped person and didn’t want him to see her in the condition that she was living- and- would rather keep things going from distance away via digital means. Why? Why? Why? The constant nagging wouldn’t stop, he was feeling very anxious, he was running out of options, he couldn’t determine what his next move ought to be, when he couldn’t take it any more he contacted his shrink who asked him to come to the office for some preliminary diagnostics. He couldn’t wait to finish his work so he can meet up with his shrink and tell him all about it. The shrink was ready and eager to listen to all of his most intimate details, AF didn’t keep anything inside, he was as frank as he could possibly be, when he was done, the shrink assured him that he will be alright and all there is to it is that he is suffering from a condition called post traumatic stress syndrome, PTSS, and it is very common for someone in his situation to go through that for a while. He prescribed Xnax .50 for him and asked him to take it twice a day. AF felt much better after he started on the Xanax regimen, once in while Dalia would casually pass through his mind but soon enough he would forget about her and go back to typing his life away on his key board. Several months later it dawns on to him that perhaps he can do a little more aggressive investigative work in his quest to find out what actually had happened to Dalia.
hatem abunimeh   United States   
July, 08, 2008 6:30 PM
Through her email address he tries to locate her IP address, but when his personal and sincere efforts were doomed to failure, he turned to some of his close friends who were much more knowledgeable with the state of the art-in- technological advances. One friend who was buddy of his since the rowdy days of high school called him few days later to announce the most important news of his entire life, his friend not only managed to know the name of the company where Dalia had worked, not the office or the computer that was used to disseminate the emails, through another IT technician that works in Dalia’s company he managed to find out about the closet where Dalia’s main frame for all of the companies’ computers is located, and even was able to trace one of the cables all the way from the closet that is located at one end of the floor all the way back to the office where Dalia was transmitting her emails. AF was so happy, he couldn’t wait any longer to hear the rest of what his friend had to say. He knows that he finally put the mystery of her disappearance to an assured rest. AF asked his fried, so tell him what is the scoop? His high school buddy paused for a few second and then said: Do you really want to know where she is? Of course man AF replied, I didn’t go through all of this hassle for nothing. AF can sense right away that there was something wrong in his friend’s tune of voice, however, he stayed placid and didn’t show any emotions but kept listening attentively.
hatem abunimeh   United States   
July, 08, 2008 6:31 PM
With a hoarse voice his friend told him that she is no longer with us, and then forwarded a copy of her obituary to AF to keep for his memory. In one sense AF was relieved that it wasn’t his fault that he wasn’t receiving any responses, on the other he was very sad that he didn’t get to meet this wonderful person. Not knowing what to do next, AF reached for his jacket pocket pulled out the bottle of Xanx from his pocket and threw it away as far as his arm can reach. Then walked across the street, reached for his pocket again and pulled out several coins, he deposited the coins in the telephone coins slot and dialed his shrink’s telephone number, when his shrink replied, AF’s tone of voice was much more stern this time around when the shrink asked what can I do out of this time around, AF didn’t hesitate, he told his shrink that he was feeling much better and he stopped taking the Xanx that was prescribed for him, and he wouldn’t be going back to see him any more and would like the final invoice to be mailed to his home address. The shrink replied affirmatively and the phone call ended as such. The next morning AF went back to his office typing his daily column just like any other day as when before he had started his correspondence with Dalia, he realized that was just a chapter and life is a book of many chapters, he is now a vindicated man, he can go about his daily life with a clear conscious. AF plans to visit Dalia’s tomb on the first anniversary of the first correspondence that they had with one another, he will place a wreath that says among many other things: To my pen pal that I never got to meet, rest in peace my dear. Signed AF.
mkilany   Jordan   
July, 08, 2008 8:24 PM
This is the best post I've read in so many months...

Elegent, poignent and extremely powerful... You must be depressed keep it up...
Ola   Jordan   
July, 09, 2008 10:33 AM
THANKS EVERYONE for the encouraging feedback! I'm truely flattered!

Catalyst and Hatem: those were really interesting sequels! Makes you think how far an ordinary person could make your imagination go...
Abed Hamdan   Kuwait   
July, 09, 2008 3:45 PM
Ola..masha2allah you are becoming a real writer !! great piece of writing!!!

 
 
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