Am trying to sleep but I cant, because I miss everything …
I miss the dim gray color of the sky, and I miss the cold feeling that sneaks from my jacket to sting my neck ..
I miss the taxi driver when he says “where to love” and “thanks darling” ..
I miss the crowded Liverpool station, and the smell of emental cheese pie from Delice de France ..
And I miss enjoying the pie sitting on the green seats of the train heading to Colchester ..I miss sharing the IPod headphone with my friends and fighting over it … I miss them telling me ‘ oho get your own ipod’ until they got me one for my birthday .. and I miss shaking our shoulders on the beat that only we can hear .. I miss people’s weird looks to us when we do that
I miss hurrying up when we reach the station to catch the taxi before people do ..and I miss looking at ASDA sign when we leave the station and Tesco sign when we arrive to uni
I miss the funny tired walk across the southcourt, sometimes it seems a very long walk, but we always cross it with laughter. . I miss shouting and singing at the middle of Harwich court and running inside quickly so no one can see ..I miss the awful feeling of having to carry the heavy bags up to the third floor .. and I miss the look of my red room and its scent when I open the door .. I miss my bed, my cupboard, my desk, my green chair, my tiny white bathroom which looks like an airplane toilet…
I miss knocking on my friend room when I have some gossip, or a new joke that I heard. .. I miss going to their room if am depressed and looking for chocolate in Saieeda’s goodies drawer .. or stealing one from Aoosh’s disk … I miss the late night chat in the kitchen and the tuna with rice or the chicken dish .. I miss my friends opening my healthy cupboard and saying “why the hell did we open your cupboard, we forgot that you only have bird food”
I miss when am in my room and I hear the load music coming from my friend room, I miss going to their rooms to dance our heart out. .. I miss the crazy scandalas pictures that we used to take .. and I miss our shock when we feel hungry at the middle of the night and discover that someone ate our food ..
I miss waking up on the awful crows noise, or the janitor singing and whistling or the cleaner knocking on my door to clear the bathroom..
I miss nagging and complaining to my friends that they don’t go the gym with me in the morning .. I miss how happy I feel when they make the effort and come
I miss how we used to sit on square 3 with fee, aisha and tuga checking people out and having the time of our life. I miss the silly jokes, and the bonding sessions. I miss having a fag with the Bahraini gals .. I miss the big dinners, the food, the craziness
I miss wearing my jeans and orange jacket and my white hat walking across the campus to express when its very cold outside to grab a cheese burger. I miss going to café vert pretending that the saudi’s are not staring just to get my blueberry muffin. .. I miss drinking the chink drink with my gals on square 3 .. I miss having the secret fags with them ..
I miss the time when I sit infornt of the mirror to prepare myself to go to London listening to quran, I miss when aoosh come to my room while am getting ready and only wearing my underwear to borrow the eyeliner, I miss that we do a fashion show everytime we go to London to make sure that we are dressed really nice .. I miss the content we feel when we are ready to leave
I miss the excitement, the flirting, the giggles, the restaurant, I miss the people, the noise the polluted air of London. I miss fahood and his stupid embarrassing comments about people .. I miss his tiny apartment and I definitely miss how we used to complain when carrying our heavy bags to the sixth floor. .. I miss the disappointment when we knew that his new apartment was just the one next to his old one .. and I miss the breaks that we used to have while walking up the stairs to his apartment
I miss Krispe Kreem, Yo suchi and Ben’s cookies. I miss the underground, the pink all day ticket and the orange return ticket to Colchester.
I miss our tears, our laughter that still exist in every corner in London, I miss the mistakes we made, our stupidity, our silly and wrong decisions. I miss the difficulties we faced, that brought us closer together, I miss my friends .. no I miss my sisters
I miss being myself