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The English Woman Part Two

Published June 22, 2014 by arabian roses
                    Her name was Anne-Marie  and knowing that  filled our  childish hearts  with a happiness rivaling that  when grabbing a one-legged crab  after a long day of chase  on a slippery beach under a feverish sun. It was an overwhelming happiness .
                   Anne-Marie came from England  and she spoke French .  I knew that the language she spoke was French because I and my brothers  were taking lessons in French  .Actually for years the little girl me  thought that French is the mother tongue of English people  .
                  Summer holiday was over so  I and my family left home to go back home .Nothing but  my grandma ’s reassuring words that soon winter vacation would come ,could sooth the pain of leaving my native island.
 
                 The English woman and my uncle paid us a visit  .I and my siblings  were on  cloud nine.  We sat next to her smiling shyly saying nothing but our eyes revealing a lot of our happiness.  I remember  that day as if it were yesterday. We were writing  on a wooden  slate things we wanted  to tell her .I can’t remember clearly all  the sentences we wrote that evening ,but ‘ Je t’aime ‘ was an  unforgettable sentence because  it translated  and still translate  all the  genuine love in tiny Tunisian hearts, a love that   knows no boundaries .
 
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The English woman Part One

Published June 22, 2014 by arabian roses

The English Woman Part One

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I remember the day  when she first appeared  on  the  stage of our childish life, as if it was yesterday. My two brothers and I were sitting on the edge of  the stony bench ,our  tiny toes  were  hardly touching  the floor. We were dying  to know  who she was  .We are used to see myriad of them descending from  carriages and going into my uncle’s Ali Baba handicraft store but they had never entered our territory ,my grandmother’s house.
Seeing them  sitting shoulder to shoulder aroused a relentless curiosity that had to be quenched.”She’s a friend of mine”, my uncle said.She’s from England. We marveled at her snowy skin  for it was summertime and we looked  like  chocolate sculptures with our tanned faces .There was something in her that made us fall under her spell instantly , an unbreakable spell : kindness.
 
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