Once again, I had to take this cursed train, that I’ve been told was sold to an African company but as they couldn’t come and take it due to an unrest in their jungles. This monster is likely to fade away in our land. It’s been almost half a century of endless hiking across all those terrains that nature variously shaped leaving a masterpiece here and a failure a dozen of miles further…… The train doesn’t care, it keeps trudging along his never-satisfied masochist rails.
For a decade I’d sit between wagons, on the ground among less fortunate people so I can smoke and chat; crack jokes and enjoy the company of the best storytellers ever the vagrants. This time I unoccasionally decided to have a seat in the so-called first class cabin where I thought I could take a nap midst boring “suits and ties”.
“Bushra !!!!!!!!! her mom shouting her name so she stops bothering this old man and goes back to her seat which, resulted in a crowd staying up late unable to rest.
A five-year-old kiddie dressed in a fancy lace-back pink onesie that tells how lovely is her room and how successful are her parents. A girl that a man sitting next to me called ” a good example for early childhood bitching”. He was so pissed, he couldn’t sleep because of her ceaseless tough questions that her mother couldn’t answer most of the time but what I really found interesting is the way she asked her mom and how she looked at the her while she wrestles with this merger of both these uneasy combinations of simple letters and the soliciting intonation of an old knowledge seeker. Here are some of her queries, just what I could hear and jot down: “B”: Bushra/ “M”: her mom
“B”: Mother, last week the sun was on the right side and now even we changed the direction and the seat it remains motionless. Why is that ? “M”: The sun loves you sweetie it is watching over you. “B”: That’s good
“B”: Mom, is this sugar or salt ? “M”: Sugar hun. “B”: Can I eat some ?? “M”: Sure if you want “B”: Not now.
“B”: How’s daddy? “M”: He’s fine “B”: How did you know that ? Is he right here with us now ? “M”: No, but he called me an hour ago. “B”: I don’t know
“B”: Dear mom, ( It seems like she noticed her mom is getting mad) is the train moving? “M”: Not yet sweetie.
“B”: Mom, do you love me ? (( this is the question I was waiting for )) “M”: Of course I do darling “B”: More even than you love dad ?? “M”: Shhhhhhht ( + a bashful smile)
“B”: Who’s this guy? “M”: The ticket controller “B”: Is he rich or poor ? “M”: I don’t know baby. “B”: You are older than me but you know nothing mom.
“B”: Which is better: to be a girl or a boy? “M”: To be a girl sweetheart “B”: Is that because you’re a woman ? “M”: Maybe ( hehehehe) “B”: Can’t we be both at the same time ? “G” ( The guy sitting next to me aloud): It’s possible these days !!!!!
Everyone laughed at the answer, the girl didn’t understand anything, her mom kissed her and I went out for a cigarette thinking about the boy/girl thing.