{"id":40,"date":"2015-12-01T04:38:38","date_gmt":"2015-12-01T04:38:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.arolnick.com\/qorigadhig\/?p=40"},"modified":"2015-12-01T04:38:38","modified_gmt":"2015-12-01T04:38:38","slug":"the-golden-girl","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.arolnick.com\/qorigadhig\/2015\/12\/01\/the-golden-girl\/","title":{"rendered":"The Golden Girl"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Anonymous<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>One month is not a long time, but for me it felt like a year. Every moment that passed, left me with some kind of memory whether it\u2019s good or bad. It was almost six months ago when I met a girl in a place called Barwaaqo fun city. It is a place that has fun activities, and toys where kids are meant to play and relax.\u00a0 Although, I had to go back to school on that Friday afternoon, my cousin told me to go along with her children to the toy\u2019s city. \u00a0My cousin and I made a deal, and finally I escorted her. \u00a0I was walking around and comforting myself with the sublime of the different decorations in the place. I suddenly glanced back and saw a girl with a big purple eye glasses, wearing a white scarf, and dressed with a black clothes was looking at me and laughing. Her teeth were shining like a diamond that reflected the sunlight like a piece of glass into my eyes.\u00a0 I lingered on her for a while till my cousin smacked my shoulder to get my attention.\u00a0 From that instant I was only waiting to talk to her.<\/p>\n<p>I went back home on that day, thinking about that vivacious girl. Starting from that day I abstained from food, and sleep. My hair grew till it reached a length of a finger, and the day moved very fast. But the night-time was different from everything else. Every night after everybody went to bed I sat on my bed thinking about her. I heard nothing except the sounds of the leaves of the trees near our home, and the bird\u2019s singing. I became skinner and my weight decreased significantly. Although, all the nights were the same, some nights were extreme when I caught myself crying and my tears spotting on my bed. There would be no greater happiness and contentment than having her besides me. This situation made my parents disappointed every time they see me sitting somewhere and refusing the food. \u00a0One time, my sister came to me asking if I am ill, I should see a doctor as soon as possible. However, my ailment was even beyond a doctor\u2019s knowledge.<\/p>\n<p>It was a hot day and again I went to Barwaaqo fun city again, and sat down on a bench like a lone wolf. I couldn\u2019t tolerate the scorching heat of the sun anymore and decided to leave. The sky abruptly\u00a0filled\u00a0with clouds, a huge lightning from the sky stroke my eyes, and finally it started to rain. Seemingly, I predicted that this was a good sign of me getting in touch with her because from the very first day I felt I had a connection with her. It was completely right, it did. After the rain had stopped, I saw what I have seen in dreams and imagination with my bared eyes. It was the same girl with the white scarf on her head, big purple eye glasses, and still the huge smile appearing on her face.<\/p>\n<p>We sat at the corner of the dinner lounge and ordered some food. We were both very nervous, as it was our official date since we met at \u201cBarwaaqo City\u201d. She ordered Italian pasta and I ordered my favorite meal which is \u201charako\u201d. Not the type of \u201charako\u201d you see in Abaarso, this was a special made one that includes chili and garlic with long bread on the side. After long hours of eloquent discussion we went for the desserts. I wanted to act as the gentlemen and I ordered one big bowl of ice cream with fruits inside. We each took turns and we loved every moment of it. Each of us felt comfortable with each other. Even though time was running, we still managed to have fun with one another. We told each other interesting stories and we both weren\u2019t afraid to mention all the negative things that happened to our daily lives. As time went by, things started to get weird and personal.<\/p>\n<p>I had no idea what to say, but to prove who I was. I acted out articulately uttering with a big voice and said, \u201cWomen are like stars, and it is difficult to take hold of their brightness.\u201d\u00a0\u00a0 When I said this, I thought she wouldn\u2019t understand me without clarity, but she was smarter than I expected. Then she responded to me fluently, and said, \u201cIt is hard to trust boys, because they have all the same goal, and after they make that goal then they are no longer going to talk to you again.<strong>\u201d <\/strong>Fortunately, she gave me her phone to contact her and went home smiling. It was the only day my family see me in a good mood, since I met that girl.\u00a0 However, I searched on Google and read some articles to make my situation better and know more about my situation. One advice that my sister offered to me was not to trust girls. Well, if there is no trust in between persons how can we become people who are united and share the same culture, religion, and country?<\/p>\n<p>The following day I sent her a couple of text messages requesting to meet up during her free time. I just waited enthusiastically for minutes looking only at the phone; I assumed that she may not respond to my message. I stood up to get a cup of tea. Nevertheless I perceived the sound of my phone and run back towards it. As I was dressing up, I picked up the phone and checked in a very anxious way. I quickly dressed up in professional way with a black suit, white shirt, and a tie. I took a bus and met her in one of the famous hotels in the city. I reached the hotel safely and sat down in a specific table on the attic of the building. I was so keen, passionate, and falling in love with her. We had a long conversation, exciting night together, and took memorable memories. I elaborated my situation and confided secrets with her. It was another way to release all the burning feelings, stress, and depressions that I kept for myself.<\/p>\n<p>It was getting late and we were both tired, so we both decided to Part Company. But I really wanted to stay with her much longer.\u00a0 Her house wasn\u2019t that far but I still called a taxi and she wasn\u2019t in the mood to leave. Unfortunately, the taxi driver came bright away. Before we made to her house we bought couple of drinks in the way and a red flower for her. Finally after a long ride to her house we made it to front gate of her house. At this time I was really nervous saying good bye to her and very difficult, even though I knew I was going to meet her the next day. Surprisingly, she gave me a kiss but the taxi driver yelled at me saying, \u201cLet\u2019s go, it is getting late.\u201d Regrettably, that was the last moment I got to see her face, as she has gone on to pursue her own dreams for another city.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Anonymous One month is not a long time, but for me it felt like a year. Every moment that passed, left me with some kind of memory whether it\u2019s good or bad. It was almost six months ago when I met a girl in a place called Barwaaqo fun city. 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