a tribute to my girls

She descended her beautiful white car. Heading towards me, she opened her arms wide and gave me a big hug and couple of Kuwaiti-style kisses. I looked at her in her funky jeans and gorgeous turquoise blouse and thought wow, she was shining, something was exceptionally special about her that day. Summer clothing fit her so well, her beauty shinned strongly. We got in the car, as she insisted for reasons that were unknown to me until then, to pick me up.
We got to the elegant restaurant and she asked for “the special table,” that sounded strange, but I went along. We were then directed to a beautiful cornered table, but something was different. On the table, there were two beautiful multi-colored candle-holders, gorgeous set of plates and the most beautiful golden set of utensils and golden accented glasses I’ve ever seen. I looked at the slender lady standing by me and I utter the stupidest sentence ever: “our table looks different, don’t you think?”
She gave me a beautiful smile and hugged me once more saying, you thought we forgot? Happy birthday

I stood there stunned for a while before she invited me to sit down. We waited for our designer, our third who, as my turquoise lady explained, took it upon herself, after they both went purchasing all the decorative things, to come a day before to the restaurant and design the table especially for the occasion. We waited a little before a lady in black came striding towards us. I jumped off my chair pointing at the table that she designed a day before yelling “come look at my table…it’s beautiful.” She laughed trying to remind me that she knew already, after all she was the one to design it. She was glowing in black, with a certain paleness that made her look as if she just came from an eighteenth-century novel…so refined with sadness even when not sad at all. I looked at the two women, exceptionally beautiful today...all for me:) I then kept shaking my legs giving them a sign that I was ready to jump at the buffet. When I got the signal, I ran towards the food. I went to the Salad buffet several times just to show off my special tableware, and I only settled in my chair after a neighboring lady complained to the manager: “why do they (meaning us) get to use these special plates?” Only then, and after giving the lady a teasing smile, I sank comfortably in my chair.
I can’t remember how long I sat on the table or how much I laughed but I remember that the minute I realized it was getting dark outside, I heard noise coming from the kitchen’s direction, and sure enough, the whole staff was heading toward us singing with three stunning desert plates, a huge pink-rapped present, and beautiful bouquet of baloons.

Then, three unique and beautiful cups of tea followed just to accent the sweetness of the pie on our plates.

I jumped off my chair, I sang and did a little dance, and then I decided this is no time for elegance (particularly after the singing and dancing) I am going for it. I ripped off the beautiful pink rapping and opened the box that had another box in it and then another, only to find at the end a glamorous brown box surrounded with white heart-shaped balloons, referencing my nickname that one of these two ladies invented, with this in it:

When the time came for us to leave, I was told that the candle-holders were mine. We called on the waiter who carried all my stuff, almost carried me as well, and put everything in the white elegant car. I gave my eighteenth-century lady a big hug as she rushed off, Gone-With-the-Wind style, towards her car. I got in the white car and was driven home. Just before I gave my turquoise lady a thank-you hug, she handed me a box of Fairouz’s complete works. I think that I forgot to hug her at the point and flew to my house to play with all my new things.

yasmina playing with the baloons

my candle holder resting on my dinning table

This is the day that I went back to being five again.

I don’t know what to say…thank you girls…really

Another big thank you to my girl Alia who was the first one to give me a present, cute and elegant purse, and the only one to bake me a home-made pie. It was a crime: pecan pie with caramel and I don’t know what else…I gained five pounds just looking at it

my girls..

thank you