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\u201cIt\u2019s fine,\u201d I attempted to comfort myself, \u201cwe\u2019ll meet again.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I could not have been less prepared for the hike. My mind was unwilling to budge off the constant nightmare that haunted me for long nights: a re-enactment of the deafening silence that stole a piece of my heart. My body so untrained, it could collapse after taking two flights of stairs. Yet deep down, I knew I had to go so far away from the sirens and cries of the most vivid day of my life. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I woke up to the warm hands of the sun, completely disregarding my drapes, as though it longed to heal me. I scooted from the end of my bed, grabbed whatever nonsense I had stuffed into my backpack the night before and rushed to Nepal. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Seconds passed like days as I fought my tears, waiting for the plane that will help me abandon my only best friend. He\u2019ll be underground while I\u2019ll be flying through the clouds, leaving him nothing but white tracks in the sky. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt\u2019s alright,\u201d I attempted to comfort myself, \u201cwe\u2019ll meet again.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As I walked through its streets, Kathmandu\u2019s hustle and bustle felt like the inside of a haunted house.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI want to go to Khopra please,\u201d I said to one of the abundant tourist guides standing outside their crammed agencies. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c$20, 7 days sir,\u201d he blurted out so quickly as though he anticipated the question. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I did not want to go with a guide; I just needed someone to do the research because my head was busy battling explosions. I wrote down the itinerary and told Kiran I will be back. I wasn\u2019t. I had to do this on my own.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As I hopped on the bus there, I swallowed a sleeping pill I had picked up from the pharmacy at the airport. I knew I couldn\u2019t handle the boisterous tourists for six long hours.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSon! Go! Go!\u201d the driver yelled as he tried to shake me to wake up. I stood up as my legs and back were aching from the cheap, rough-arched chair I was stuck in. Streaks, the shape of the window handle I leaned on, are all over my arm and my eyes are bloody red. I was still determined to go.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was 2 p.m. and everyone was headed to their cabins to have lunch, but I had to get a head start.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
To stay on track, I had to walk 20 kilometers, so I looked down at my hiking boots, praying they don\u2019t give out on me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Two streaks of blood ran down my legs. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhere\u2019s this coming from?!\u201d I asked myself, looking for something to stop the bleeding.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cLeech!\u201d a loud scream hit me from afar. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
That\u2019s when I saw a black body on my leg. I cried, \u201chelp!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDon\u2019t be a baby,\u201d the same voice said, just a bit closer this time. \u201cIt\u2019s only a leech. No pain. No virus.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
She located its mouth and with the tip of her fingernail and flicked it away. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSee?\u201d She said, \u201ceasy.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat are you doing here alone? You Arabs always come in big groups,\u201d she wondered. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI wanted to be alone,\u201d I said. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOk! I\u2019ll leave\u201d She replied angrily. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWait! I think I need a friend to help me after what happened,\u201d I said to convince her to stay. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cFine, but we do things my way,\u201d she agreed, \u201cI\u2019m Shivani,\u201d she introduced herself. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThank you. Nawaf,\u201d I responded with a happy note in my voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I followed her steps for an hour until we reached a wide site with what seemed like a beautiful temple. I couldn\u2019t help but dwell on the carefully ordered flags hanging from the highest Shikara, a spire found at the top of a Hindu temple.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The magic of the chanted mantras swept my anger away and the sudden rain carefully took away its last lines of dust just like a brand-new dustpan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cCome in,\u201d Shivani called me in one of the temple\u2019s rooms, where I saw a P\u016bjari (a Hindu Priest) sitting peacefully. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou carry so much pain, my friend,\u201d he said as he placed his hand on my chest to help me sleep. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
He hummed as he cleansed my chakras and I quickly had a taste of longed-for peaceful sleep. I wasn\u2019t falling in deep sleep though as I felt my soul getting lighter and lighter, slowly floating above me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I woke up to his finger sliding across my forehead as he placed a black bindi for me to heal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhatever religion you follow, son, you need to know we are all made of energy. Let go of what\u2019s hurting yours. Protect your energy to thrive,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I got up with the lightest heart, knowing I will meet Hamad again. Right now, I need to make him proud.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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