Hello, stranger.

It was barely 11pm and I made my way through campus. I just left from an event held at the Economics & Management Department, they were introducing the new batch of students. I walked on the ghostly streets, in campus after-hours and night owls. We passed along the entrance of the library hallway, by the glass doors which revealed the darkness of the library.

Right on the bench facing the entrance, there I saw the most beautiful thing, subhaanallah, my eyes was not taking a second off from the sight. I couldn’t tell if it was moonlight caressing his face, or was it the corridor lights. There he sat, alone, with his computer resting on his thighs. Typing away, unaware of our presence. He looked to be way older than I am – could be he had one of those faces where it ages a little faster. He was wearing a light blue, long-sleeved shirt (and it was not rolled-up). He had those spectacles that the frames were fully metal. He had the look of wisdom written on his face and posture.

I believe, he looked too mature to be unmarried, if I can say that. If I had the chance to meet him again, I would. Maybe you could find me hanging around the area at the same time, some other night. All I had was a memory of him and nothing else, not even a name. If I ever see him again, I hope I could recognize him but I don’t think anyone could forget a face like that. I hope to see you again, stranger.

p.s is this what love at first sight feels like?
p.p.s I think I have to cleanse my eyes with
zamzam.