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A Day to Remember

About Ranya Khan

Ranya is a girl with imagination and a fair mix of logic, she wants to pursue her dream to be an astronomer and writes short stories as her hobbies. She wants a life that a person should remember and learn from. she believes in that life is a journey, not a destination.

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Prologue :

That clattering noise came from somewhere, it was from my mom cooking. When I checked the phone next to my bed, I jolted upright. it was almost time!

Since it was a weekend, my mom wanted to help her friend in some kind of one-day business at a hotel. They had been working really hard but they never told me anything about what they were doing. I thought it must be like checking which rooms are empty or something similar. I could predict that the whole day would be about running around the hotel. Well, I thought when we were done, we could play in the halls of the hotel. So with great excitement I got ready and waited for my mom. When she was ready, we met her friend outside her house. As the door opened, I said ‘Hi’ to her kids, Ishal and Absar. Ishal was about my age and Absar was around three years younger.

Part 1

Ishal and Absar’s dad drove us to the hotel. I asked what are we going to to do, just to be sure of my expectations. No one answered, probably because there was a song being played. I kept silent.

When we arrived at the hotel, I was about to fall. It was so tall. It was massive! When we entered, a bellboy come and took our stuff. We followed him, discussing how big this hotel was, Ishal’s new watch and so much more.

Ding! We were on the sixteenth floor and it was the topmost one. We saw a lot of tables covered in white fabric. I didn’t even want to ask what we are going to do. I was mystified enough to just stand and watch.

We were setting one of the tables in the corner when Absar asked if we could go exploring. It didn’t look like a big room, so we went to the second section. There was a huge table in front, almost like eight tables joined to one! There were a lot of canvases and paint before us.

Just as we were about to leave, a man came forward. He looked no more than mid 30’s. We were about to go back to our mothers, when he asked our names. Absar chirped up first, introducing himself; then Ishal and lastly me. He said he was hosting an art competition. Hearing this my face lit up. I love art and I love all kinds of competitions. I asked if I could participate, but he said that it was only for those who were sixteen and above. We thanked him and moved on.

We entered another room, amazingly big. There was enough space to play hide and seek and tag and many other games. A door connected to another room and then there were three other doors connecting to other places and back. We were lucky we didn’t get lost!

When we finally found our way back, we saw the beautiful paintings again. We really admired them. My favourite one was the big field with lots of flowers. That man came again and I didn’t feel too comfortable around him. But Ishal and Absar were happily chattering away so I joined in.

We didn’t know how long we spent talking to him. Apparently, he had a niece who was really good at painting and he also had kids who were coming with her. We went back to our stall and started to set all the things from our bags.

There were a bunch of juice boxes and Indian treats like Dahi puri and many other things. Because we had so much time, we did a long photo shoot. A lot of other people came in, they also had lots of treats and stalls, and then it hit me! We were going to sell things; not organize them!

Part 2

After a long time spent in selling and rearranging, all of which I had to do, we saw the man’s niece. We went to ask her. Her kids were standing apart with a bunch of other people; we went to meet them too.

They were twins. We started to introduce ourselves and they returned the favour. They were about the same age as me and Ishal. We took our time to decide what to play first. We came with many ideas; so we first started with the youngest to oldest which means it will start with Absar then Ishal then the twins and finally me. So he suggested to play hide and seek. We sighed and accepted provided, he was going to find us.

He agreed and we instructed him how much to count before he started the chase. But we all disagreed on the count. So we used the old trick in which he had to turn his back and one of us would have to touch him from behind. If he picked the correct name, then he’d count fast. Else he’d count slow. One of us were to press a finger on his back. Each fingers would mean ten counts, so if he chose the correct one he’d only counts till ten. Else, we’d keep adding till he got the correct one. Since Absar wasn’t that good he had to count slowly till forty.

We were off! Ishal and I spotted the best hiding spot – under our table. But then we realized we wouldn’t actually manage to go under the table. So we went behind it. After about five minutes Absar found us with the twins behind him. We saw a large group of people in a group staring at a video. We learnt the art competition had begun!

We slipped through a lot of adults and their phones that took pictures. There were six teenagers painting, one of them being the twins’ aunt. We saw her painting an ark, with a beige shade. We and the kids around us tried to guess what it was but none of the guesses were reasonable, so we just kept at it.

At a point we started debating who is smarter – the male twin or me! I was pretty sure it was me. But he didn’t agree. He was good at languages and I was good at answering questions. We almost came to blows but that didn’t happen because Ishal and Absar separated us. They made us promise we would never do that again, though I didn’t think I could trust the promise.

We didn’t even realise how much attention we called to ourselves; so we just left the artists alone and went off to play again. Next it was Ishal’s turn. She suggested playing tag this time. We also voted for Absar to be it; he was the common choice for it, no one knows why. In a while, we forgot we were playing and started looking at the stalls. Soon I remembered I was It and tipped Ishal and she tipped Absar and we kept tipping each other without running. And we all went to our mothers to ask what the time was. It had been more than about four hours, so we asked our moms if we could eat from our own stall. They said it was fine.

After our lunch, our moms felt like eating too. So my mom bought something from a stall and we shared it.

We felt like buying something, so we looked at the stalls once more. But still we didn’t want anything. We asked if our dads’ could come as well, our mothers said they are coming in thirty minutes.

We had no idea what to do, so we just played another few games. In a while I suddenly felt drowsy. It must have been because I had a lot of snow cones and because of the suffocation of fifty people in one tiny room. I could have sworn that I saw a small green-blue dragon somewhere and I could sense a mild earthquake.

There probably could have been an earthquake because Saudi Arabia had its own plate tectonic even though it has the least natural disasters. I don’t know why. And while I was questioning if dragons, pixies, fairies, phoenixes, unicorns and anything magical exist, my dad came around, and the winner of the art competition was the sister of the twins!

We saw her painting. It was beautiful, looked like a bridge from Paris and I know that because I once visited Paris. I looked at another one; it was very beautiful as well, looking like winter at Canada. I didn’t know what that looked like either, but the painting gave the best description.

My mom said I should go home but wanted to stay. When Ishal and Absar’s mom insisted they should go home too, we went together. I changed back and had dinner but when I lay in bed, I couldn’t sleep. It had been such a good day.

The imaged were flying by my mind like fluffy clouds…when suddenly there was a loud sound. The sound of the alarm!

That clattering noise came from somewhere, it was from my mom cooking. When I checked the phone next to my bed, I jolted upright. it was almost time!

Since it was a weekend, my mom wanted to help her friend in some kind of one-day business at a hotel. They had been working really hard but they never told me anything about what they were doing. I thought it must be like checking which rooms are empty or something similar. I could predict that the whole day would be about running around the hotel. Well, I thought when we were done, we could play in the halls of the hotel. So with great excitement I got ready and waited for my mom. When she was ready, we met her friend outside her house. As the door opened, I said ‘Hi’ to her kids, Ishal and Absar. Ishal was about my age and Absar was around three years younger.

Ishal and Absar’s dad drove us to the hotel. I asked what are we going to to do, just to be sure of my expectations. No one answered, probably because there was a song being played. I kept silent.

When we arrived at the hotel, I was about to fall. It was so tall. It was massive! When we entered, a bellboy come and took our stuff. We followed him, discussing how big this hotel was, Ishal’s new watch and so much more.

Ding! We were on the sixteenth floor and it was the topmost one. We saw a lot of tables covered in white fabric. I didn’t even want to ask what we are going to do. I was mystified enough to just stand and watch.

We were setting one of the tables in the corner when Absar asked if we could go exploring. It didn’t look like a big room, so we went to the second section. There was a huge table in front, almost like eight tables joined to one! There were a lot of canvases and paint before us.

Just as we were about to leave, a man came forward. He looked no more than mid 30’s. We were about to go back to our mothers, when he asked our names. Absar chirped up first, introducing himself; then Ishal and lastly me. He said he was hosting an art competition. Hearing this my face lit up. I love art and I love all kinds of competitions. I asked if I could participate, but he said that it was only for those who were sixteen and above. We thanked him and moved on.

We entered another room, amazingly big. There was enough space to play hide and seek and tag and many other games. A door connected to another room and then there were three other doors connecting to other places and back. We were lucky we didn’t get lost!

When we finally found our way back, we saw the beautiful paintings again. We really admired them. My favourite one was the big field with lots of flowers. That man came again and I didn’t feel too comfortable around him. But Ishal and Absar were happily chattering away so I joined in.

We didn’t know how long we spent talking to him. Apparently, he had a niece who was really good at painting and he also had kids who were coming with her. We went back to our stall and started to set all the things from our bags.

There were a bunch of juice boxes and Indian treats like Dahi puri and many other things. Because we had so much time, we did a long photo shoot. A lot of other people came in, they also had lots of treats and stalls, and then it hit me! We were going to sell things; not organize them!

To Be Continued in Part 2…

After a long time spent in selling and rearranging, all of which I had to do, we saw the man’s niece. We went to ask her. Her kids were standing apart with a bunch of other people; we went to meet them too.

They were twins. We started to introduce ourselves and they returned the favour. They were about the same age as me and Ishal. We took our time to decide what to play first. We came with many ideas; so we first started with the youngest to oldest which means it will start with Absar then Ishal then the twins and finally me. So he suggested to play hide and seek. We sighed and accepted provided, he was going to find us.

He agreed and we instructed him how much to count before he started the chase. But we all disagreed on the count. So we used the old trick in which he had to turn his back and one of us would have to touch him from behind. If he picked the correct name, then he’d count fast. Else he’d count slow. One of us were to press a finger on his back. Each fingers would mean ten counts, so if he chose the correct one he’d only counts till ten. Else, we’d keep adding till he got the correct one. Since Absar wasn’t that good he had to count slowly till forty.

We were off! Ishal and I spotted the best hiding spot – under our table. But then we realized we wouldn’t actually manage to go under the table. So we went behind it. After about five minutes Absar found us with the twins behind him. We saw a large group of people in a group staring at a video. We learnt the art competition had begun!

We slipped through a lot of adults and their phones that took pictures. There were six teenagers painting, one of them being the twins’ aunt. We saw her painting an ark, with a beige shade. We and the kids around us tried to guess what it was but none of the guesses were reasonable, so we just kept at it.

At a point we started debating who is smarter – the male twin or me! I was pretty sure it was me. But he didn’t agree. He was good at languages and I was good at answering questions. We almost came to blows but that didn’t happen because Ishal and Absar separated us. They made us promise we would never do that again, though I didn’t think I could trust the promise.

We didn’t even realise how much attention we called to ourselves; so we just left the artists alone and went off to play again. Next it was Ishal’s turn. She suggested playing tag this time. We also voted for Absar to be it; he was the common choice for it, no one knows why. In a while, we forgot we were playing and started looking at the stalls. Soon I remembered I was It and tipped Ishal and she tipped Absar and we kept tipping each other without running. And we all went to our mothers to ask what the time was. It had been more than about four hours, so we asked our moms if we could eat from our own stall. They said it was fine.

After our lunch, our moms felt like eating too. So my mom bought something from a stall and we shared it.

We felt like buying something, so we looked at the stalls once more. But still we didn’t want anything. We asked if our dads’ could come as well, our mothers said they are coming in thirty minutes.

We had no idea what to do, so we just played another few games. In a while I suddenly felt drowsy. It must have been because I had a lot of snow cones and because of the suffocation of fifty people in one tiny room. I could have sworn that I saw a small green-blue dragon somewhere and I could sense a mild earthquake.

There probably could have been an earthquake because Saudi Arabia had its own plate tectonic even though it has the least natural disasters. I don’t know why. And while I was questioning if dragons, pixies, fairies, phoenixes, unicorns and anything magical exist, my dad came around, and the winner of the art competition was the sister of the twins!

We saw her painting. It was beautiful, looked like a bridge from Paris and I know that because I once visited Paris. I looked at another one; it was very beautiful as well, looking like winter at Canada. I didn’t know what that looked like either, but the painting gave the best description.

My mom said I should go home but wanted to stay. When Ishal and Absar’s mom insisted they should go home too, we went together. I changed back and had dinner but when I lay in bed, I couldn’t sleep. It had been such a good day.

The imaged were flying by my mind like fluffy clouds…when suddenly there was a loud sound. The sound of the alarm!

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