Meena (Part XI)

'You of all are mine.
You're the breath I take but never give away.
Not to the trees, not to other men and not even to you.
Like these words, you are most lonely in my mind.
You of all are mine.'


Badr was travelling to the kingdom of iron and stone to make paper. His fimilarity with planes didn't help in putting him to sleep. Instead, he opened his sketch-book to an unnamed character whom he's drawn after Meena's designs. 'Qumasha', he titled it with a smile.

"That night, I slept in Darwich's room to make sure he gets a rest for he hadn't been sleeping well. There was a past in his mind and a present not present. I found a letter under his pillow; one that his partner sent."

Meena told me that in love, when a promise has to turn to oblivion, it is most remembered. Maybe that is why he doesn't commit to love and yet he is full of love.

A week later, a man's singing voice was covered by noises in the street. He was walking home when he heard a voice calling: "Khader!"
What no one knew is that Khader had been missing someone, and what he knew is that it's the one that called his name. He walked to Diya's apartment carrying Badr's luggage. Meena, Darwich and Diya were expecting them but not what was coming.

Meena (Part X)

"If change is the only constant, then so is endurance."

Meena told me about dresses hung in closets in his family house that ended up in his new room; how when he left home, he held only one bag of his, and one bag filled with dresses he made for his grandmother. His designs weren't contemporary; they told ancient tales of women, fabric, silk and feathers.

"We spent last night in our jackets, I wonder how the weather found sun."
Meena said as the tree shadows he sat below moved aside. Daylight brought more significance to Meena's figured features; it showed his wide shaped eyebrows and how they match his pomegranate and his eyes of lash.
"Sea is most beautiful in its rising," he said while telling me about a visit him and his friends made, "between the day and the night, there is a second just for it to change current and rise with its deep and rocky sides. Only then do I like the sea. Other times it's just waves."

In the past month, Darwich had taken a job that required him to move back and forth; to work in the south and love in the north. And after his wishes of a wedding outside, with black suits and white ties, he found himself betrayed by his partner; his palm left without sun, and himself pale as the moon. Even after losing Azhar, Darwich had to lose the love of his own; but with time, it only made him notice the love of others.
He began to notice how Diya's apartment smelled like coffee in the day, how him and Meena got along when they were always a difference away, how the nights they all spent with the sea meant more than his thousand secrets. And in these days, Meena consoled him with a story he hadn't mentioned in our interviews; one about feelings he had for someone from the past.

"I threw it over my shoulder."
Meena said when I asked.
"Love is not inevitable or a necessity; just a temporary need for many."
So are you whole?
"I am many."