Chapter III

Three things occupy my mind and worry me a lot at the moment: my studies and exams, little Raghad, and the deteriorating political situation in our town, which portends an imminent war! It's Wednesday, and I didn't go to school because my mother was a little unwell in the morning and chose to stay by her side. It's in good condition now, don't worry. I was sitting on the wooden chair behind my little desk, and a bunch of my books and notebooks were open and scattered over the desk. I spent many hours studying this day, but the three things did not leave my head. Studying is in my hands and I can control it, for here I am studying diligently the political situation of the country. It is not in my control and I cannot do anything about it! As for the little Raghad... she is in my hands... and I have no control over my affairs with her! And oh my goodness! It seems that thinking deeply about (some things) makes them jump out of your head and appear before your eyes! This is what happened when he knocked on the door and then opened quickly before giving the imposed opportunity to respond to the knocker and allow him to enter or not! “Walid, walid, walid!” Raghad suddenly jumped like a bird from the entrance to the room directly in front of my office, calling me and talking quickly while extending her hand holding one of her textbooks towards me! "Walid, the teacher taught us how to make a wish box. Come on, help me quickly make one big enough for all my wishes!" I looked at her and smiled and I was surprised by her order! Hey, hey, when did you come back from school?” She answered me hurriedly, reaching out and holding my hand, wanting me to get up: “I’m back now, look at the way in this page. Come on, make me a big box!” She took the book from her hand and I took a look! It's a lesson that teaches kids how to make a cylindrical figure out of paper! And this little girl came to me smashing like a rocket, wanting me to make one! Think about it and smile! And since I know her well, I am sure that she will not calm down until I carry out her orders! I said, "Okay, my little lady! I'm going to look among my things for strong paper that will fit this!" Half an hour later, before us was a beautiful cylinder decorated with pasted stamps, with a hole in the top that allowed coins, paper money, and paper wishes to enter as well! Raghad flew joy this great achievement ! And she took the cylindrical box and ran towards the door! “Where are you going?” I asked her, and she answered me without stopping or turning to me: “I will show her Samer!” And I left... The happy moments I had just spent with the little girl while we were making the box, sticking stamps, and laughing cheerfully are over.. What kind of madness is this to make me think and act on the basis that this child is my thing?? How silly I am! I waited for her to come back, but she didn't come back... She must have got lost in Samer and forgot about me! You even forgot to tell me (thank you)! Or to close the door ! not important ! I will expel this disturbing thought from my imagination and devote myself to my books ... or even ... to the country's political issues, as this is more useful! An hour later, Raghad came back... The box was still in her hand, and in her other hand was a pen. She approached me and said: "Walid...write the word (safety box) on the box!" She took the box and the pen and wrote the word, and returned them to her without any comment or even a smile. I turned my eyes from her to the book in front of me above the desk, waiting for her to leave. You must be aware that she did not thank me! “Walid…” I slowly raised my eyes to her, she was smiling, her cheeks slightly rosy! It must be realized that she did not thank me ! I said in a somewhat dry tone: “What now?” “Did you not give me a small piece of paper?” It seemed that the idea of ​​my thanks did not even cross her mind! She took my little notebook on the desk, took a white sheet of paper from it, and handed it to Raghad. The little one took it and said quickly: “Thank you!” Then she walked away… I thought she would go out, but she went towards my bed, sat on it, and on the table next to her ( The box) and the paper... and she started writing! I forced my eyes to return to the abandoned book ... but my mind remained tied to that table! "Walid..." she called me again and I let my eyes go to her... "Yes?" She asked me: "How do I write the word (when)?" I looked around me looking for the small (board) on which Raghad taught how to write words, and I found it lying on one of the shelves of the library, so I got up to get it, but Raghad quickly jumped up and brought it to me before I moved! I took it from her, and wrote with the pen on the tablet the word (when). Raghad contemplated her, then returned to the table... Seconds later, she raised her head to me... "Walid!" "Yes, my little girl?" "How do I write the word (big)?" She wrote the word in a large font on the board, and raised it to look at him. Seconds later, then she asked me again: "Walid!" I smiled! Her way of pronouncing my name and calling me from one moment to another makes anyone smile! “What, my princess?” “How do I write the word (will)?” I wrote the word and showed it to her, my little girl had only recently begun to learn to write words in interlaced letters, and she knew little of it... I kept watching her and meditating on her with pleasure and kindness! How innocent, simple and spontaneous! What a girl ! She raised her head and found me looking at her. She immediately asked: "How do I write the word (marry)?" I stared at Raghad with interest and amazement... Did she say (I'm getting married)?? I get married! Do you not notice that the word (big) a bit! Rather very big! I asked her to make sure: “What is Raghad?” She said very simply: “I’m getting married! How do I write it?”

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