Forget Me Not Vol 1: Chapter 6

 Chapter 6

     "Heba… Heba...Oh, please wake up!", Sarah almost cried. "Ahhh…My head!!!", agonized I. "You hit your head so hard…", justified Mariam. "Here's the alcohol!", Nada handed Toka to sterilize the wound. "Now… Hold still, because it is gonna hurt!", Salma warned while nailing me. "And… Here we go!", Noureen gave the green light after closing the door. "Goooodddd!!!!", yelled I from the pain. I teared a little, then they bandaged the wound. We weren't outside anymore, I believe where in a clinic or something! "Are you okay? Your head hit a rock, doesn't she need stitches or something?", Hady checked behind the door after knocking for a permission to check up on me. "I'm fine… Hady! Thank you…", assured I, although it still hurt. "I need to go back there…", urged I while trying to stand up. "Now where do you think yourself going?!!!", Sarah backed me down. "She is right, Heba… How about you take a rest today? So we can talk a little about it and calm down, then I promise you I will take you there, myself! Okay…", Mariam agreed whilst trying to calm me down. "Promise?", asked I again while looking into her eyes scared of the chance that she might be lying to me. "We promise, Heba…", Menna hugged me tightly so I hugged her back gently. 

     "Ladies… Sorry to tell you this, but what time is it? Because I really am starving!", admitted I while my stomach agreed with me by doing those weird sounds. "Thank you for saying this! I'm starving, too… But, you know I was waiting for you to get better!", agreed Mariam while getting slightly shy. "Yaaah… Of course! Heba, she is lying… She wanted me to wake you up for lunch because she could smell the pasta from here!", Menna prevailed. "It's okay… Winter makes people hungry!", said Toka on behalf of Mariam. "Heba… Do you need help getting up?", Nada rushed for me. "I'm okay… Don't worry! I'm sorry for all of this… It wasn't supposed to go this way, I had something else on my mind!", shrugged I while looking around the clinic examining the environment. Salma and Sarah helped me out while getting up, followed by their assurances: "Please… Don't say that! You're the bravest person we've ever known…", Sarah comforted. "Still wanna go?", wondered Salma. "I have to… I need to! Let's go out and look for him, maybe he's still there…", suggested I. "And if he isn't?", Mariam thought about it. "Then, we have to search out for him… He's our lead!", decided I. "I agree… But, we need to have lunch first!", Mariam conditioned. "Okaayyy...Whatever suits you, cookie!", teased I and we all laughed. As we were on our way out of the clinic, my leg hit something. Looking down, they were Forget Me Nots. We looked at each other because this was very weird, those are my flowers! How would someone ever know my flowers? Menna couldn't wait for me, so she checked the card to see what was written. It said:

"I'm sorry for your loss and here's my number if you needed any help if you were ever intending to search for your mother…" That was weird and kind, it looked like our crew was joined by more people. Here's the thing about Forget Me Nots, they're Wisteria colored flowers ( A combination of Blue and purple, the most amazing color to express an INFJ's true colors). They have no scent, but still they managed to make perfumes out of it. Which is really hard if you asked me, I mean how can you depict the scent of something that doesn't have a scent at all. Maybe the idea was to design a perfume, which you would never forget. A scent that would drive you to not forgetting its carrier. Brilliant, I would say! Anyway… I need to eat. 

     "Are you gonna keep them?", Mariam pointed out to the flowers. "Ummm… Yes! I guess so, they have meaning… They're Forget Me Nots, Mariam! How could I ever throw out such beauty?!", decided I while subconsciously smelling them. I don't know why I keep doing so?!! I mean seriously, they have no smell! "We've gotta do this fast…", warned Menna. "Keep it light, ladies!", agreed Toka. "Totally agree on that, I really can't handle heavy meals right now! I hope they have cordon blues…", Nada craved. "Sounds like a great idea!", Salma widely opened her eyes in love with the idea. "I'm just gonna have some salad and soup… I'm not quite in the mood!", Sarah seemed stressed out. I pray it's not because of me! "I don't know what I want… I have to see the menu first!", Noureen was trying to keep pace with us. We literally looked like a marching troop, with one woman down. No need to guess who she was! "Heba!", Hady yelled out quickly before we could go to our table. He rushed towards us as fast as possible, seemingly to have something important to ask. I shouldn't look at him! I just have to make it as formal as possible because it's the right thing to do… 

     "So… Shall we?", asked Hady while barely catching out his breath. "I beg your pardon?!", asked I in confusion. "Shall we search for the animal keeper?!", Hady was confused thinking that his question was crystal clear. "Yes, I have to… Excuse me, I need to have lunch with my family!", asked I to be dismissed. "Yes… Yes, of course! Then, on your mark! I guess…", Hady looked the other way trying not to stare into my eyes. Did I ever talk to you about the INFJ eyes? Let me tell you… We have those ocean eyes, when we close them it would feel like sunsets. Unlike INTPs, they have the eyes withholding the depth of the sea. When they open them, it would feel just like sunsets. Our eyes are the beautiful ends, whilst theirs are the hopeful beginnings! Enough with the eyes now, I need to eat. I'm starving!!! 

     "I'm full…", Mariam relaxed in her chair. "Yahhh… Me too! I can't stare at that food anymore…", I looked away avoiding my emetophobia. "I think we should get up, I could barely breathe!", Toka was struggling to take her breath. "Pick me up on your way…", Noureen sounded sleepy saying so. "Maybe if I drink coffee, I would feel better…", Menna was thinking out loud. "I want to drink some orange juice, but I don't know where I can possibly put it… My stomach seems to be fully occupied!", Nada patted her stomach like a child of her own. We all laughed, she has this funny facial expression cute and evil at the same time."Menna… Could you get me some coffee, too? I'm having my migraine again…", Sarah was massaging her head in hopes that it would relax her. We could notice him looking at us every once in a while so that we won't leave without him. I can't possibly drink coffee, but I would love some Green Mint Ahmed Tea.. Most of the time my head gets cloudy, so it might be my only way to clear those clouds off. I love Dark-Mint chocolate, Lindt! I don't know how to describe it, but it's dark and quite refreshing. Sometimes, there would be this food that only your facial expression and ummms would describe. That's like the highest degree that anyone could possibly reach when falling in love with what you are eating. In a nutshell, you can literally feel the greatness it has to offer! Oh… I finished my tea without knowing while sipping off it only to realize that there was nothing left… 

     "Heba… It's him!!!", Mariam subconsciously pointed out. "Come on, ladies… It's time!", hurried I before he left the eating area. Apparently, he was at the receptionist checking out for something. It was only when we rushed out to him signaling for Hady to come that we rained him down with questions. "Easy… You have to sit down for this, Heba", he calmed me down while urging me to sit down. "Your mother's name was Aurora. She was an INFJ, an Empath, an old soul and a Heyoka to be exact! INFJs by nature are visionaries; one of your mother's visions was a call from Aurora. It was calling her home to Norway, through a song. A song that came only in the night, so Aurora started singing back! There was some sort of connection between them, to the extent that Aurora was in much pain. It was her soul! Her soul was dying… They had to be reunited once more, it was her growth environment. Just like a seed waiting for the right soil to be planted in. So Aurora gathered all the money she ran from the orphanage and came here. When an INFJ gets called home, they have to listen or the call would keep going on and on… Till they learn to listen to their intuition! But, an INFJ doesn't know that the call's aim was to connect between two lost old souls… That's when your mother got to meet her twin flame, your father! Your mother's loss broke your father's heart, he had to send you away with his family to take care of you… You were one of her visions and I bet you that you're singing the same song, like she used to! She even envisioned you with your name, you were a gift from Allah she said. Now it's your turn! ", ending the story only to leave me with one more question to ask:'' What turn? ", I was confused and scared at the same time." To find your purpose, follow your visions! ", he opened the door to guide us back in so he could look after the reindeers taking special care of Aurora. He seemed to love her so much, mom must have done something right! She must have… 

     "Heba… I don't mean to be annoying, but I may have comprehended everything in that story, which only Allah knows if it was true or not. Except for one thing, what on earth is a Heyoka?!!!", Mariam was freaking out. "I'm gonna try and make this as simple as possible… You know that moment when Noureen tries to put on makeup for herself so she makes sure she's looking at the mirror to fix her eyeliner, the mirror was her guide so whenever she does something wrong the only way to tell her so was looking through that mirror! ", explained I hoping she would have gotten the picture." Look… I watch Noureen putting on her makeup every single time, but I don't mean to frustrate whilst telling you that I still don't get it! ", Mariam was almost giving up on the chance of comprehending the idea I was trying to deliver. "She was a healer… She mirrored other people, so when people look at her they become aware of themselves and acknowledge their behaviors as right or wrong! Like that time, when someone refuses to apologize to Heba… So she doesn't respond back and instead imitate that someone's behavior, showing him or her how it sounded! So they would feel what she felt, but of course not in the same depth… But, the idea itself! You know what Heba, you inspired to illustrate it graphically… If you don't mind of course? ", Menna asked making sure it won't sound inappropriate." Sure… Why not?! I would love to see your work of art… ", I truly didn't mind may be it would help Mariam grasp the idea." Heba… What if you were like your mom? Gifted… ", Toka proposed the idea." I don't know, maybe…", I shrugged my shoulders out of confusion. I still need time, I don't know what's happening to me! Did I come for my mom or because I was losing my soul like her? I never fitted there anyway…" And who's that other lost soul?", Noureen wondered." I don't know…", I really didn't. It was like having all the puzzle pieces, but still didn't gather them to see the big picture. "Didn't you say your father died of lung cancer?", rewinded Sarah. "Yes… Yes, he did!", confirmed I followed by a moment of silence only to be interrupted by a knock on the door. Nada went to see who was there, only to find some sort of invitation card. "Come and see the huskies?!!", Nada read. "Let me see… It's from Chris, the animal keeper! Can we go? I promise I won't touch them…", Nada begged. "Why not? What about you, ladies?", censored I. "Are you kidding me? They're huskies… Let's go!", Mariam rushed us out. She's an ENFJ, sometimes she's annoying. But, I still love her!