And I kissed her … in El Souk El Arabi

Every thing looked glamorous in that day
The old minibuses waiting patiently and the drivers are no longer fighting for their turn ..
The Kamasra are joyful with all the beauty that the fest is bringing to their eyes
The street salesmen didn’t care about police raids coming to spoil this absolute state of pureness
Even dust storms decided to have a break on this glorious day
Everyone was celebrating.
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We started our way … we knew exactly where we were heading and needed no guidance
I held her hand, or may be I didn’t … I really don’t know but I know at least that she was there besides me
We went through the crowds, avoiding the wanderers, the residents and the voyeurs
I remembered my friend who used to cross this place in all possible directions in search of a sidewalk
That day, we walked with everybody, avoided many and bumped into many and did not care about finding the sidewalk
I used the crowd as an excuse for a sudden stop, hoping our bodies will meet for a moment in defiance of all them; it was a perfect mutual collusion
She walked away from one of the Souk’s madmen, she held my arm tightly like a baby … I secretly thanked the madman
An old minibus passed by and separated us, but the microbus passed, we passed and we were joined again
I held her hand tightly to make sure that nothing will separate us again… And thanked the old minibus!
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He glared at us steadily, a glare of anger, blame or perhaps of sorrow
She glared at us steadily, a glare of admiration, amazement or perhaps of sorrow
She looked at him, blaming or reminding
He looked at her, one hand holding the stick and some food for the children in the other hand
She looked at him, one hand holding the stick and the rest of the food in the other hand
They looked at each other, looked at us again … and smiled
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An ugly man passed by us …
He was wearing an ugly vest, that totally contradicts his noble mission of protecting the being of … the lovers
Even the ugly guy smiled
May be, he remembered some beautiful past that he lived … or didn’t live
Or possibly he simply got tired!
I almost gave up her hand, but she held me tightly reminding me … we are almost there
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Even the air was unusually clean this day, or may be we can no longer recognize the difference
A slight breeze of air drifted
It took her scarf away, she didn’t hold into it and of course I didn’t catch it … it was a perfect three parties collusion
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I remembered that director who insisted to have the sky raining in all of his movies
Of course, he didn’t see what the rain can do over here
But even the rain was different this day
There were no ponds or small lakes left behind … or probably there were but we didn’t care
A boy passing by looked at her then at me
“You don’t deserve her” He must have wanted to say
I looked at her, as if it was the first time
She looked like a glamorous African queen …
The height, the color … and the freedom.
I smiled at my friend and he smiled back… and who on this earth deserves her?
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We were almost there …
The nice old woman looked at us, she smiled as if she remembered a beautiful past
She raised her hand “Tassali!” and we all smiled
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I looked at her, she looked at me
Finally, our eyes met
I stopped for a moment
The sounds of the Kamasra, the buses, the horns and the calls of the street salesmen for their merchandise “Dubai’s gold, Dubai’s gold …”
The rain falling … and her hair flying freely with the wind
I thought how great that movie director can be when he’s in a good mood.
She pinched my hand as if she was saying … Enough with the movies!
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I approached her … She approached me
We touched each other
The first one was fast and scared … We were trying to steal the time before he robs us as he always does
We stopped for a moment after the second … We found it!
And then was the third …
We were in the middle, we rose above everyone
They all went around us …
Even the minibuses didn’t want to bother us
The rain was falling faster; the wind was blowing her hair rapidly
The sound of the wind mixed up with the sound of the horns, the vendors and the Kamasra
A musical masterpiece!
The residents, the wanders and the voyeurs … they all passed by
Everyone in his way
They didn’t care about us … we didn’t care about them
They didn’t look at us … we didn’t look at them
We didn’t even got their attention …
Because we were simply … Two lovers.