Nostalgia for the past

Written by / Esraa Soliman 

 

 

Sometimes I miss the days when the blessings were varied and the Big meeting, sometimes I miss a mind devoid of responsibility,

I miss memories engraved in the conscience, I miss people who left us and passed away, I miss notes that were full of happiness,

I miss studying in a room full of books, my teachers who raised me, I miss my friends. university.

I miss the rhythmic songs that take me away from my sadness and silence.

I miss the places I went. It was not a coincidence in life. I miss my father’s warm embrace

After the reward of the exam in which I obtained the final grade, I miss playing in the street without fear or sadness. I miss running when I am happy, and I miss sincere tears when I am sad.

I miss traveling to one of the resorts in Ismailia and the sea and the smell of faces. I miss my school and childhood friends very much. 

I miss the laughter that came from the heart. I miss the TV series around which we used to gather, not caring that the world would separate us after that.

I miss Ramadan, Eid, and Eid. I miss my younger brothers. I miss very much the look of gratitude and thanks that I used to look toward those who did me a favor. A person without a past has no present and no future. .