Wednesday, 16 July 2014

0 I Met Freedom In A Plane

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

On my way to Muscat for 9-hour transit before going to Malaysia, I had a small talk with a middle age woman. I actually wanted to go to toilet but since all the toilets were occupied I waited on a coincidentaly empty seat beside the woman. She looked like an Arab, so I had my conversation in Arabic.

This conversation is in full Arabic

"Assalamualaikum, where are you going madam?"

"Waalaikumussalam, I am going to Muscat."

"You just transit there or it is your destination?"

"I am going there."

"You work there or just visiting someone."

"Oh I want to visit my sister there."

"Hmm, are you an Egyptian?"

"No, I am from Sudan and live in Egypt. Sometimes I go back to Sudan like you do going back to Malaysia."

"Hehe. Where do you live in Egypt? I live in Sayyeda Zeinab."

"Really? I also live there near Saad Zaghloul Metro station."

"Ah, very close to my house. Maybe I can have a visit there someday."

"You have a good Arabic." (This is a typical sentence I got)

"Thank you, I have lived in Egypt for there years. Oh yes, may I know what is your name?"

"My name is Hurriyyah(in English means freedom)"

"My name is Firdaus."

After a 15-minute conversation, I am no more feel to go to toilet besides the toilets were still occupied. Maybe because there were many babies.

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