The newspapers were in frenzy “The tragic passing of Karma Hamady”; the headlines of every Beirut newspaper were covered with stories claiming to have found her corpse, but I knew that it was not her remains they had discovered. I know that for Karma death was not as simple as a mere carcass being left there to rot away.
I remembered the last night I saw her, the night seemed darker than usual, the moon hid behind ancient clouds and no stars were to be seen, this darkness was unlike other nights.
She was sitting at her favorite bar with her hoodie over her head, holding her favorite glass of wine in her right hand and a cigarette in her left, making paper cranes whenever she was able to put down her wine, she seemed serene but a unsettling mood surrounded her.
Only she could know of her fate, this had been planned long before any of us could call Karma a friend, it was written in her soul and placed in her heart.
When asked if she needed anything, all she would say in a quiet tone “That’s all she ever thinks about, riding with the wind”, from her voice you could tell that she was hiding her broken heart, she had no more tears left to show her ache. She would smile but it never lasted long enough, there was an obvious tension in her eyes, as if she was hiding one last goodbye.
It was a quarter to midnight when she put out her last cigarette of the evening, before walking out the door of her precious cabin, as if to bid farewell, she placed her hand on the door one last time and with a smile she looked back only once as if to capture a moment she would never forget.
When asked where she was going she answered with such innocence "to watch the stars" and as a final tear rolled down her face, the sky screamed and in all its viciousness the wind blew as hard as it could, it ripped through the windows, shattered bottles, threw people to the ground, and in an instant she was gone.
The stars shone brighter than they ever had afterwards.
Karma did not die of natural causes nor did she die by her own hands, nobody will ever really know what happened that night, but I know that this is how she had wanted to go, far into the skies, sitting at her favorite bar, drinking her favorite wine, and looking down on the world as she rides with the wind on the back of a unicorn.
I remembered the last night I saw her, the night seemed darker than usual, the moon hid behind ancient clouds and no stars were to be seen, this darkness was unlike other nights.
She was sitting at her favorite bar with her hoodie over her head, holding her favorite glass of wine in her right hand and a cigarette in her left, making paper cranes whenever she was able to put down her wine, she seemed serene but a unsettling mood surrounded her.
Only she could know of her fate, this had been planned long before any of us could call Karma a friend, it was written in her soul and placed in her heart.
When asked if she needed anything, all she would say in a quiet tone “That’s all she ever thinks about, riding with the wind”, from her voice you could tell that she was hiding her broken heart, she had no more tears left to show her ache. She would smile but it never lasted long enough, there was an obvious tension in her eyes, as if she was hiding one last goodbye.
It was a quarter to midnight when she put out her last cigarette of the evening, before walking out the door of her precious cabin, as if to bid farewell, she placed her hand on the door one last time and with a smile she looked back only once as if to capture a moment she would never forget.
When asked where she was going she answered with such innocence "to watch the stars" and as a final tear rolled down her face, the sky screamed and in all its viciousness the wind blew as hard as it could, it ripped through the windows, shattered bottles, threw people to the ground, and in an instant she was gone.
The stars shone brighter than they ever had afterwards.
Karma did not die of natural causes nor did she die by her own hands, nobody will ever really know what happened that night, but I know that this is how she had wanted to go, far into the skies, sitting at her favorite bar, drinking her favorite wine, and looking down on the world as she rides with the wind on the back of a unicorn.
at some points this takes my breath away, i feel that its in vacuum. and i love it :)
ReplyDeletexxx