Once upon a time, when I was still able to write, I started working on a short story. I think it’s about time for it to be read. Maybe that would encourage me to start writing part 2.
“Goodbye 7abeebty,” he whispered, as he was looking at Sarah for the last time before carefully closing the door behind him. She pretended to be asleep, but she was actually drowning in her tears. Sarah woke up the moment Waleed slipped out of bed half an hour earlier, knowing that this would be the last goodbye.
She didn’t want to believe it. This couldn’t be the end. This shouldn’t be the end. While turning her pillow that was soaked with tears, Sarah replayed the movie of the last months in her head. Sarah and Waleed, the fairytale she thought would last forever.
Nine months earlier, on a Saturday morning, during her weekly visit to the public library, she met him. The day started like any other Saturday. She was looking forward to finally getting a hold of “The tale of Peter Rabbit”, her favorite childhood book. For the past three months, she has been childhood nostalgic, but the book was unavailable. Last week she reserved the book, and finally she would be able to read it this week.
By the time she left the building, the rain was pouring down. Sarah was about to slip off the stairs when a hand grabbed her.
“Be careful! You can break your neck falling down these steps.”
“Thank you,” she mumbled. When she looked up, she stared into his big hazel eyes.
“My name is Waleed,” he said as he extended his hand to greet her. “I guess you have a name as well?”
She caught herself still staring at Waleed. “Uhm, yeah… sure… I am sorry. I am Sarah.”
“Nice to meet you, Sarah. You should have brought an umbrella. We’re in the middle of autumn. One should be prepared. Tell me where you parked, so that I can walk you to your car.”
“Oh no! Please, don’t bother. I’ve walked here before,” Sarah replied. She was trying to get rid of him. For all she knew he could be a rapist or even worse, a serial killer. She wouldn’t be the first woman that disappeared after accepting help from a random stranger.
“No way will I let you walk home alone in this weather. You’ll be soaked before reaching the end of the street.”
“I’ll be fine,” Sarah replied. “I can… “, but Waleed didn’t give up.
“I’ve just saved your life, so you owe me. I know a coffee shop nearby that has the best hot chocolate in town. Yallah ya bint, I won’t take no for an answer.” Waleed opened his umbrella and started walking.
“Okay, I guess it won’t hurt,” Sarah muttered, while quickly following him.
As they walked, Sarah was trying to find an excuse to get rid of Waleed as soon as possible. She just wanted to go home, take a hot shower and have a lazy afternoon on the couch.
“Here it is,” Waleed woke her up from her dream. He walked straight to the counter. “What do you want to drink, Miss Sarah?”
“I’ll take a hot cocoa with marshmallows. And my name is Sarah. Just Sarah.”
“Okay just Sarah. Would you like a slice of cake or a waffle with it?”
“No, I’m fine. I actually have some plans for this afternoon, so I can’t stay for long.” Sarah realized it was a lousy excuse.
She got a warm and fuzzy feeling looking back at that afternoon with Waleed. Two hot chocolate drinks and three hours later the rain was still pouring down and Waleed decided to give her a ride home. She actually enjoyed his company, although she tried her best to hide it.
Her heart skipped a beat when the next day she found a note stuck on her door. “Next Saturday? 11AM? Same stairs? I’ll bring an umbrella.”