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The Giant


2015-12-23
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Last night, in Wednesday divan, a dear friend; Saeed Bin Karaz related the news of his first trip abroad; Saeed never left his country since he came t...o know the world. The trip was to Romania; the country of the gorgeous RoxandaPopawith her emerald eyes who was crowned Miss Universe in 2008; the country of Nikita Romania; the lioness and captor of the hearts of men; the land of Nadia Comaneci, the heroin whose beauty and agility blow the world’s mind; for she gathered more Olympics gold medallions than those gathered by the whole Arab world since the games were inaugurated in the 6th century B.C.
Saeed went to say: the moment I sat in the plane I felt a crunch of thirst, just like that: severe thirst, and after takeoff, the stewardess served different sorts of drinks. I told her: “I want water please”, she gave me sparkling water which I tasted for the first time and it wasunpleasant. I told her: give me that red juice, which was the only thing left on the tray. The color reminded me of “Vimto”; the drink that is common in our western region of Abu Dhabi. After a couple of sips, I exclaimed: “This is far more delicious that our drink!”. I asked her for more till I winded up guzzling four or five glasses; I can’t remember. I felt numb and lightheaded and a sudden euphoria made me imagine the ugly girl next to me to be Nadia Comaneci.
I wondered if the lightness and numbness were caused by atmospheric pressure and when the craft landed I barely managed to compose myself while swinging down its stair. I arrived safely at the hotel and swiftly went out to the heart of the capital Bucharest; I won’t waste time on such an occasion. I was in disbelief while wondering the streets of the “Paris of the East” or “Little Paris” as it was named; the city of culture and art. I sneaked into a garden close by and glimpsed young men holding their girls on seats overlooking the lake; it’s a sight I never came across before. One of the boys was insatiably devouring the lips of a girl as if it was candy and another boy licking the cheeks of his girlfriend like a cone of ice cream. I was stunned: this is something unheard of in our conservative country where women are like unrevealing mobile vaults not urging one’s inner gaugesto start ticking measuring age or gender measuring.
I noticed a girl sitting lonely in front of the lake. The enchanted juice of the aircraft was granting me unfamiliar boldness and determination. So I dashed towards that seat where she waswandering reading a book. I sat on the far end and started nudging towards her, towards the piece of delicious white marble. I don’t know how I came to wrap my arm around her when she spoke to me without pushing my hand away from her waist. Alas, I didn’t know Romanian and she didn’t know Arabic. I addressed her with my cracked English; the miserable English we were taught in elementary classes; she didn’t understand.


Suddenly, while I still have my arm around her waist, I glimpsed a dark muscular giant heading straight towards me with a body engraved with tattoos from neck to toe. I panicked and swiftly plunged into speculations of him being her husband, brother, father or next of kin. I prayed reciting the two declarations of faith (Al Shahadatein) and said to myself: “Your time has come Saeed, in Bucharest, in the country of RoxandaPopa, before youtaste her tongue or even behold her from a distance”. When he stood rigid in front of me like a power post, I ordered my frozen arm to pull away from the girl’s slim waist, my arm declined. It might be the “Vimto” that gave me the power and audacity to ask: “What?”. I was astonished that the bloke spoke Arabic with a cracked accent when he said: “Welcome to Bucharest”. Upon exclaiming: “Who are you?”, “What do you want?”, he said: “The Fee, Sir”. Oh! he is the Pimp! I calmed down and regained the ability to breathe.



Last night, in Wednesday divan, a dear friend; Saeed Bin Karaz related the news of his first trip abroad; Saeed never left his country since he came t...o know the world. The trip was to Romania; the country of the gorgeous RoxandaPopawith her emerald eyes who was crowned Miss Universe in 2008; the country of Nikita Romania; the lioness and captor of the hearts of men; the land of Nadia Comaneci, the heroin whose beauty and agility blow the world’s mind; for she gathered more Olympics gold medallions than those gathered by the whole Arab world since the games were inaugurated in the 6th century B.C. Saeed went to say: the moment I sat in the plane I felt a crunch of thirst, just like that: severe thirst, and after takeoff, the stewardess served different sorts of drinks. I told her: “I want water please”, she gave me sparkling water which I tasted for the first time and it wasunpleasant. I told her: give me that red juice, which was the only thing left on the tray. The color reminded me of “Vimto”; the drink that is common in our western region of Abu Dhabi. After a couple of sips, I exclaimed: “This is far more delicious that our drink!”. I asked her for more till I winded up guzzling four or five glasses; I can’t remember. I felt numb and lightheaded and a sudden euphoria made me imagine the ugly girl next to me to be Nadia Comaneci. I wondered if the lightness and numbness were caused by atmospheric pressure and when the craft landed I barely managed to compose myself while swinging down its stair. I arrived safely at the hotel and swiftly went out to the heart of the capital Bucharest; I won’t waste time on such an occasion. I was in disbelief while wondering the streets of the “Paris of the East” or “Little Paris” as it was named; the city of culture and art. I sneaked into a garden close by and glimpsed young men holding their girls on seats overlooking the lake; it’s a sight I never came across before. One of the boys was insatiably devouring the lips of a girl as if it was candy and another boy licking the cheeks of his girlfriend like a cone of ice cream. I was stunned: this is something unheard of in our conservative country where women are like unrevealing mobile vaults not urging one’s inner gaugesto start ticking measuring age or gender measuring. I noticed a girl sitting lonely in front of the lake. The enchanted juice of the aircraft was granting me unfamiliar boldness and determination. So I dashed towards that seat where she waswandering reading a book. I sat on the far end and started nudging towards her, towards the piece of delicious white marble. I don’t know how I came to wrap my arm around her when she spoke to me without pushing my hand away from her waist. Alas, I didn’t know Romanian and she didn’t know Arabic. I addressed her with my cracked English; the miserable English we were taught in elementary classes; she didn’t understand. Suddenly, while I still have my arm around her waist, I glimpsed a dark muscular giant heading straight towards me with a body engraved with tattoos from neck to toe. I panicked and swiftly plunged into speculations of him being her husband, brother, father or next of kin. I prayed reciting the two declarations of faith (Al Shahadatein) and said to myself: “Your time has come Saeed, in Bucharest, in the country of RoxandaPopa, before youtaste her tongue or even behold her from a distance”. When he stood rigid in front of me like a power post, I ordered my frozen arm to pull away from the girl’s slim waist, my arm declined. It might be the “Vimto” that gave me the power and audacity to ask: “What?”. I was astonished that the bloke spoke Arabic with a cracked accent when he said: “Welcome to Bucharest”. Upon exclaiming: “Who are you?”, “What do you want?”, he said: “The Fee, Sir”. Oh! he is the Pimp! I calmed down and regained the ability to breathe. , Electronic Village, His excellency mohammed ahmed khalifa al suwaidi, Arabic Poetry, Arabic Knowledge, arabic articles, astrology, science museum, art museum,goethe museum, alwaraq, arab poet, arabic poems, Arabic Books,Arabic Quiz, القرية الإلكترونية , محمد أحمد خليفة السويدي , محمد أحمد السويدي , محمد السويدي , محمد سويدي , mohammed al suwaidi, mohammed al sowaidi,mohammed suwaidi, mohammed sowaidi, mohammad alsuwaidi, mohammad alsowaidi, mohammed ahmed alsuwaidi, محمد السويدي , محمد أحمد السويدي , muhammed alsuwaidi,muhammed suwaidi, ,

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