❞ scrutinizing me ❝ 💬 في اقتباسات الكتب 📖

قراءة المزيد .. ❞ After several days... ˝I was filled with a chaotic mix of emotions, fear unlike any I had felt before. I took a deep breath and leaned on anything I could find, pretending to be steady and joining them with a confident stature. With a clear and audible voice, I said, ˝Good evening and God bless you all.˝ The large room was filled with men and women, all waiting for me to enter. All eyes were on me, scrutinizing me. I walked in, and despite my inherent fragility, my confidence helped me. I sat next to his mother, and he sat with his wife on the left side of me. Although there was some distance between us, I could see him clearly, as if he were sitting in front of me. Nothing obstructed my view.˝ ˝When I looked at them, I saw people whose faces were lit up with joy, happiness, and beauty. They welcomed me, and I welcomed them. I don˝t know the secret of acceptance on their faces. The session was cheerful, and we exchanged conversation. As for me and Youssef, our looks were like those of a thief who fears that someone will see him. Until his older brother asked us to sit together to get acquainted. Of course, I couldn˝t see him in a session where all eyes were on me, and we couldn˝t talk either. But now that we sat together, I saw that handsome young man, tall and with a lifted forehead, walking with confidence and a tense back. He had almost sleepy eyes, a dark complexion, long hair . ❝