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scattered halves

Amal El Minshawi

@amalalmenshawi@amalalmenshawi

October 29 2021

We meet them from time to time, our souls align with them, we see our pictures in their eyes, our features and our nature are similar to them, we love our time next to them, and we share the joy of things, laughter and colors.

Somehow we feel that they are parts of our chemistry, and they have the same visions, wishes and aches, we lean on them in our weakness, and shed before them, shamelessly, our tears.

Our hearts beat for them with love, affection and happiness, so that they become a lover, a friend, a good neighbor, and a companion who will ease the troubles of the road.

We keep them in the pages of our close memories, and between the folds of the precious times of our lives... We recall our sense of them, when the world applies its fangs to us, and we are afflicted by its vicissitudes, when the difficult becomes easy, and the mind calms down, and we remember how lucky we are, and grateful even to the pain, when He brings us back to them.

They are each other, our halves scattered in the paths of life, we are astonished at the moment of our fateful meeting with them, how and from where our small hearts can expand the world with them with love, joy, tolerance and peace?!

From where do we get all this good in the face of the foolishness of the world, and we are with them?

And how do we forgive all the pitfalls and disappointments accompanied by them?!

We find them behind us in difficult times, a support and aid, they share our grief and share with us pain and joy, to confirm every time that we “deserve.” As for those who do not look like us and do not reciprocate our affection, we often suffer with them and by being near them, so why do we force ourselves to stay with them in narrow spaces Charged with incompatibility, disharmony, and disturbing our psychological peace?!

A jealous co-worker, an envious neighbor, an ascetic partner, or a two-faced hypocrite, all of these are thorns in the throat, and a lump in the heart that troubles us with peace of days. The good?! Create wide spaces between you and those you do not agree with, and narrow your relations with them to the extent that your comfort will be upright, and the calmness of the soul and peace of the chest continues. “Souls are conscripted soldiers,” united by harmony and similarity, and hardened by difference, the one with whom we do not find our comfort, and our giving does not continue with ease and peace of mind. His perfect half, and life and its circumstances helped him to complete him, and to complete the journey with him to its end.Our other scattered halves met without a date, and without prior arrangement, so fates write our story with them, whether we stay or leave, and color our days as they want, but the feeling of them remains engraved in our details as long as we live, and whatever the ends.

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