Chapter 9

Older- Sasha Sloan My life fell back into its usual routine. Only now there was a presence of Rayyan and a presence of Rahma to guide it. I go to school, come home and do my school chores, greet my parent if they're around and hang out with Rahma. It was like the still water Rayyan and I always stare at. And our painting classes was the only turbulence it experiences; like taking a pebble and throwing it into the river. The waves rise slowly, the currents bouncing off against each other until it stops dancing and ultimately remain still. Our last encounter heightened the respect I have for Rayyan. For him to rise and survive as a little child is beyond what I could picture him as. The initial thought of getting angry as he claimed "I had all attention" suddenly faded into air. Of course he has every right to think I have all attention, I never had to battle for something to eat. Crazy how we think we are the only ones at war when everyone else carries a battle within them.