هيثم عبدربه السيد
She was still sitting on her chair near the bride and staring at her… Listening to that loudly music… All of her friends were dancing. But she was just sitting and smiling to anyone looking at her. The music became louder and everyone came to the dancing hall except this girl who was still sitting on her chair. In the meantime everybody was surrounding the bride so that it was not possible to see her anymore in the middle of this big circle of people. She tried to spot any part of her but she just could see the white dress with its sparkling accessories.
One of her friends surprised her saying:
– Come closer to us..
– No thanks.. Here is better for me.
She tried again to spot the face of the bride but she couldn’t because of the crowd around her that now was keeping away from her eyes even the bride’s dress. Suddenly, the music became slow and the DJ man asked all of the guests to return to their chairs so that the bride and the groom could have a romantic slow dance alone. Then the lights became more colorful, the romantic song was played and the pair danced in the middle of the hall.
She was staring at the bride.
It was like it was just the day before that this bride was a child and was coming to her from the upper level of the building. She sat behind her on the stares asking for help for her Arabic lessons or math, and later for English or history.
Another friend came and said:
– I hope you get marry very soon
– Thanks.. I wish you the same
– My wedding is next week
– Wow.. congratulations
The dance was over now. Everybody clapped. She clapped too with trying to hide the tears she had been trying to repress since the beginning of the last dance.
The drums became loud again, meaning that the party was at the end. The pair walked out of the hall with the entire guests behind them.
She was still in her place trying to stop crying.
There was no one else in the hall, but she and the silence. The office boy came and asked her:
– Do you need any help?
She just shook her head meaning that she didn’t want any help. Then she used her hands to push her wheelchair to go outside the hall.
Heitham Abd Raboh El Sayed
Picture on the top: Broze sunset and Mediterranean clichè by May Atallah http://www.may-a.com