The Friend I Couldn’t Save
Asmariya had the sweetest smile which I can only compare to an upside down rainbow. Looking back when we way both growing up in Dubai I am tempted to say she was one of my closest friends. When we were about twelve something happened to her and up to this day I am not sure I can describe it.
Asmariya had lost so much weight and she had lost her smile; her beautiful upside down rainbow was now a black cloud of tears. She hardly talked and she kept calling herself ugly. Her parents went from being pissed off at her to crying. I had never seen a proud Arab man cry before.
Some said she was possessed or had encountered the “evil eye”. Whatever the case she was misunderstood. When I was 15 I had to return to Mombasa (on the coast of Kenya). I never saw Asmariya again and I never will because she is no longer with us. Continue reading