I first saw her by chance in a crowded street, everything was loud except that moment. She was laughing with her friends, and I don’t know why my eyes just stuck there. Later that day, we somehow ended up in the same place again, like life was arranging it. I didn’t have a plan, just went and said a simple “إزيك”… and she smiled. We started talking about random stuff, nothing important, but it felt different. Days passed, and talking to her became part of my routine without even noticing. It wasn’t a big dramatic story, just small moments that kept adding up.

[one day I realized… meeting her wasn’t luck]

it changed something in me