Shower before ten

My last night of my thirties in my lifetime wouldn’t have sprinted like an intimidated rabbit before I would rush out of the gym on a hope of getting back home before the tenth in that evening. I needed to scamper to the shower to rid of the sweat on my exhausted body. I tossed my new bike randomly, and got it hardly locked. I didn’t want to wait for the lift, as I was sure that I would escalate faster on foot. Like a rocket, I scooted up to the fifth floor. I slammed into door violating my apartment like a hurricane. I accelerated to my final destination, the tiny bathroom. As I got in, I was totally naked by dumping the sport cloths everywhere while advancing. I clutched the shower holder in one hand, while the second hand went to balance the water to avoid the sting of the cold or hot water. I started washing my leg, up from my thigh to ankle in what seemed to be a test to probe the water’s temperature. I’ve been shocked to seeing the clean water was dissolving into what appeared to be a mud and silt on my body. How come that water could turn into a muddy river, like an Amazon after rain? I didn’t have a clue of what was going on. I wondered, when was the last time I went to the shower? The answer was before my eyes in my resting clothes on the washing machine, I have been to the shower in the morning. There might be another reason for all that!

I carried on washing my body, upped the shower holder over my head, out of the foam’s clouds on my sights, I’d barely peered something freak, stains of dirt, tar and strange colors, gushing from my head down to feet. I wouldn’t have believed what was happening until I begun to smell strange fragrances. A distinguished mixture of several smells have awakened a crowded marketplace in me, a venue which was densely thriving with people. Sellers at their booths were promoting their goods, crying in such beautiful rhymed words to tempt the folks. Was it Mosul! That past has stood in front of me like a giant or Gin from the lamp. A mixture of different smells melted with cheap restaurants’ fragrances and the standstill water underneath pavements had formed the place in a three dimension shape. The place that could be immediately summoned by recalling one of its elements saved in the memory. “I think by now, I am nearing to decipher the secret”, I contemplated! This was the last shower in my twenties. I just would ditch the old days still stuck on me in a decade. I realized that I had spent that past decade, travelling between two worlds, Mosul and Europe.

I resumed the shower on all over me. The water was splashing my face and neck and subsequently old items were descended. I’ve seen the Jasmine of our house in Mosul. I have seen the sparkling glance of my mother, waiting my return when I fare welled her. I’ve seen the voice of my martyred uncle in form of Arabic melody vanishing down. I’ve seen a dust turning into silty water, the dust of sand storms and explosions in Iraq ten years ago. For a moment, I thought I was falling in one of the black holes in the universe, where time’s elements being floated over there.

The flux of all that, wouldn’t have ended before I would eye a black water, smelled like tar’s. Something had brought war to me, then the smell of the first sea and first snow mixed with the fume of the stoves in the first countries I’d stepped in!

I’ve seen in the end a pink water getting out of my body, and then it was turning into yellow, eventually to nothingness… I got to study it very well, it was some of the failed relationships that I passed through during the past decade. It continued a short while, then I observed a relationship had recently dissolved out. At last, I stayed with myself. I decided by then, to get advantage of the status by ditching my bad habits, starting from smoking, but there has been someone laughing at me each time I’ve tried!

Now, I managed to wash out my body from the waste after that gym. It closed the tap. I slumped to the mirror staring into my face left and right. There was some new hair on my chin. I flitted my hand on it. I put the razor on, and scraped it off. There was some grey hair as well like a failed military coup, anyway it fell like the arid days. I looked at myself, I seemed that freshman who would go to his school after minutes. But the bubble of that dream was penetrated by the voice of my iPhone that cried loudly, reminding me that after an hour, I would turn to thirty.

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