She insisted on a sleepover, and I relented - since my sleeping hours during Ramadan is mostly mornings instead of nights.
And so she started.
It was the 27th May 2019.
She said "do you realize that today is exactly 7 years since I did the meanest thing to you and you ended up doing the most screwed up thing? 27th May 2012, remember?"
Enlighten me nyet, because you've done many mean and cruel things to me.
And so, she refreshed my memory. She is like a walking diary. Dates are at the tip of her fingers. But yeah, the memories came back to me, but in a blur.
And although she said it was the 'meanest' thing she had done to me, implying that I probably suffered? But I didn't at that time. It was sweet memories laced with bitterness here and there, throughout. Bittersweet.
Anyway, it was an interesting stayover because halfway through the nite, I got Hamed to join us (rescue me? :)),where we headed to our neighbourhood Mcd and got home in time to prepare sahur for my family. Perfect!
Moral of the story:
Whatever starts well does not necessarily ends well
&
Whatever starts roughly, may very well end up perfectly. (Our friendship, Hamed and me.)
