I lingered on writing these lines for too long as all introductions failed to please my now very demanding taste. Did I want something perfect? I have no idea!
I also have no idea of what would please me any longer, and that brings me to how I miss those days when I knew well what I wanted … what I did not want….
What I liked to eat…. what I hated to eat….
How I miss those days when I knew well I hated soybean and beetroot, that I admired my aunt’s home-made cookies….
How I miss those days when people would ask me what I wanted to make of myself,, and I would proudly say: “ I wanna be a hairdresser :)” , completely ignoring my mother’s furious yet embarrassed looks or what anyone else would think of that!!
Then, when someone would ask me the same question the following day, I would say: “ I wanna be an architect, a teacher, NO a journalist!!” Everyone would have a good laugh at it, and the earth would still go around the sun…
I miss those days when the biggest of my worries was not to be grounded for devouring all my grandmother’s preserved lemons.
I miss those days when all I wanted was to go back to my room, hit the books, enamoured-ly listen to Fairouz, and enjoy the coziness and warmth of my room while it was pouring outside.
I miss those days when I did not worry about sheltering myself because other people did….when I could return home and see the faces I cherished the most…
Oh! How I miss those days when all I worried about was not to be grounded for eating all my grandmother’s preserved lemon…. When I did not have to eat beetroot and soybean or pretend that I like them…
I miss…. I miss… and I miss those day ^^