so a Western guy rides his scooter on the sand in front of my house..... I start bitching at him ...LOUDLY.....GET THE FUCK AWAY !
He goes and then sits at the hotel with his friend.....
I am bored.....and tipsy.....so I grab a glass of wine and walk over to them. I apologize for being rude.
We talk...they are French.....and it's FUN......his friend (NO, they are not gay, I asked ;-) does not quite look French....me being me, I ask...."Where are you from? don't tell me ...let me guess...."...he smiles......
"North Africa?", I say .....he looks stunned and impressed and nods.....
"Algeria?" ...he is even more stunned (LOL, so am I).... (but what is the most famous former French colony in Northern Africa ?)
we talk for over an hour....and it is FUN....
He asks me "How did you find this place???".....I do my usual explanation: "an endless string of utterly unlikely coincidences ".......and he GRINS and says "Hamdullah"
That is short for al-Ḥamdu lillāh ٱلْحَمْدُ لِلَّٰهِ)) or "praise be to Allah"..... I usually just call it KARMA....but the conveyed meaning is the same !
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| Hamdullah |
And it felt just like when I walked by that man sitting on his house door sill in Istanbul......I nodded at him....he was watching me; I was watching him.....it just felt like the right thing to do......and I will NEVER EVER forget what he did next.....NO words were exchanged......he put his right hand to his heart.....and then raised it up to the heavens.... ALHAMDULLILAH !
the 2 French came from Tuy Hoa just for a few hours and I was SO LUCKY to meet them........ I leave after a while (always try not to overstay your welcome).....and an hour later, the Algerian comes to my balcony to shake my hand to say Goodbye.......
OMFG....I guess, it wasn't only good for me ....It's a good thing he left......I have a habit of falling love with people like him....
