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nagia sudan

Sudan

Mar 3

Joined Jan 22, 2009

Jane loved the sea very much

Sitting on its shores listening to the sound of the waves one after the other

She chose a beach close to her house, a masterpiece of tranquility and flocks of white birds.

She lay on the soft sand with the sunlight that she felt creeping into her soul, igniting her with endless joy and happiness...and the small children's presence awakened her constant longing to play and have fun, despite being at the age of adults and young people.

Then she woke up one day to a knock on her window..

She ran, sleepy and her golden yellow hair falling on her shoulders, to see a colorful bird pecking at the window, and when she approached to open it, it ran away.

And suddenly the sun was about to rise and the sunflowers that she planted in her garden began to bloom, announcing the birth of a new and happy morning.

Her heart was filled with overwhelming happiness..She decided to go to the beach early and enjoy the golden sand, especially since today was a holiday from work.

She wore pink pants, a short-sleeved blouse, a cap full of pictures of flowers, and light sandals.

She rode her bike through the wide street of her house and the small roads leading to the sea. Then she remembered that she wanted some tulip seedlings to plant in her garden. From the nurseries surrounding the sea. She went to a few flower nurseries but did not find any.

Then she entered one of the nurseries and its owner was busy moving dirt from his open-box cart into the nursery. She asked him about her request and he answered that tulips were rarely available at this time, but he knew someone who had petals for her to plant and take care of until they grew. If she wanted to, he could take them to him.

She agreed without hesitation. She would take her petals and go to the beach quickly, she said to herself.

Then she got into the cart with him.

Peter, the owner of the nursery, was a young man with dust on his face from moving the soil from the seedlings.


He asked her permission to wash his hands and face.


He quickly went to wash himself and came back lightly, water dripping from his wheat-colored face and strands of hair covering his face.


He had delicate features with wide eyes, a wheat-colored complexion and thin lips that suggested that he was very silent and talkative.


They walked a long distance exchanging conversation.


They talked about the types of flowers, their shapes and seasons.. Then they arrived at the nursery and she received its petals.


The owner of the nursery and Peter were friends, so he did not accept to take money from them.


They returned and on the way she learned that he worked as an employee in the town bank and owned this nursery where he worked during the holidays and at the end of the week.


She told him about her work. Something of kindness began to spread in the conversation.


Then she felt once again as if a veil of warmth was wrapping around her heart and containing it.


As for him, he seemed to enjoy her company.

He didn't want to leave her, so he asked her where she was going.


She mentioned her desire to spend time with the sea. He offered to take her because he wanted to bring more of the sea mud.


He agreed and they walked slowly this time.


The conversation was interesting and enjoyable. When they arrived, she got off and he got off to bid her farewell, and their fingers met for farewell.


It was as if his whirlpool had enveloped her and she had entered other worlds.


She quickly pulled her hand away, but she felt as if she didn't want to leave him.


She invited him to accompany her to the sea. He agreed, because he couldn't leave her either.


They sat on the rocks of the beach and ate ice cream. Then they sat on the edge of the beach.


Time passed quickly, as if the core of her heart had been woven anew.


That ice that had covered her heart for many years had begun to melt.


And here the story of the fairy of joy had just begun.

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