Ain't No mOUNtain High

"Ain't no mOuntain high enough...ain't no valley low enoUgh...ain't no rivER wild enough...to keep me from getting to U...", my phone rang for the last time last August 15 @around 2AM. Thats the assigned tone for my bestfriend. That's almost 3 months ago when i talked to him the last time. THe last conversation of almost the everyday talks we had. He bid goodbye and it was for forever.

He was and will always be a wonderful man. Very cheerful, happy, generous, talkative, respectful indeed he lived a great and fruitful life. He will always be remembered that way.

I'm starting to write after almost 3 months of being quiet. I got to keep in touch with his closest cousin and his uncle. During the past months, we used to call one another and sometimes found ourselves weeping over the wonderful memories of him. We terribly missed him.

We share almost same interest in everything, though we are of different roots and background, different professions, different language, and a few year age gap. We love to dine at the Steak Diners, listen to cool music, talk about his and my work, family and friends. We lived in almost 1400km away from each other. BUt we managed to drop each other a call at anytime of the day to just check whether things are going smooth and easy. We love to laugh and to talk about serious matters. WE love coffee for sure (specially turkish coffee). He was awed by one of my great friends...AMeer as if he saw a living legend. He was a dreamer. He loves his work and loved his Indian supervisor. He loves the Filipino man in KUDu Al Mumlaka. He loves to surprise his mom for anything. He loves his dad so dearly and idolized him. He is fascinated with Mamdooh, his brother and loves Mohannad too. He will do anything for his nephew Rayan who would always remind him not to smoke and not to listen to bad music. He cares for his bestfriend Abdul Rahman. We all miss him.

We dreamed together. We planned together for an outing with my wife and children and his. It will never happen anymore. BUt one thing for sure, i will tell my wife and my children someday that I have known an awesome man named Maazen. His story did not end when my cellphone stops ringing his assigned tone. His voice will always be heard. His lessons will always be passed down to generations.

Now i can smile and say "for a lifetime is not too long...to leave us friend".

This is random. I feel better now. I understand that God's ways are always higher than ours.

Y.C.D.I.

Y.C.D.I Four precious words I've heard from a wonderfUl person that I know will keep me on the race for another extra mile.

I got a missed call from AMeer at exactly 11:57pm on my phone. I did not noticed his call for i was deeply engrossed watching one awesome movie. I called him back and we had a little but wonderful chitchat.

Years back, i was telling the same thing to people who are losing hope. I love to help keeping people back on to track. For that i felt like I'm a winner. I don't have to have medals & trophies to be a champion. The "thank you's" were more than enough for me to keep doing it. Until i find myself lost from that track. I felt like i made some few wrong decisions on the way. I felt miserable. I have unlearned a lot of things. Isolated. I have tried to get back. I was up but not as before. The energy, the passion, the motivation, the vision, the determination was'nt the same. I want something to fan the flame in me.

I finally resolved something. Answered a question of long time ago. I was'nt wrong when i decided to leave the job that I love and be in the deserts of Arabia. I did not lost my self, my identity, my passion, but i have found more.

It just took a one phone call from an awesome person to tell me the FOUR PRECIOUS WORDS.....Y.C.D.I....You Can Do It!!! to believe in the unbelievable....to dream the impossible.

Those words keep me out from the shadows of my past successes. I believe I can be more. That I CAN DO IT!!! and that Y.C.D.I. too!