The pianist

How bizarre the life is, some times you had the chance to meet people you wouldn’t expect to meet them in your life, Talk to them, or even like them. I used to live in downtown but after moving to quiet area which is near to the University I was so unhappy with the new place I don’t know why.

 I am still emotionally connected to this place; the coffee shops there, the public library, and shopping mall. No matter if, I need to spend thirty minutes to get to my sanctuary, my comfort zone, my first memories place in Canada. I spent my main time reading at the public library or at Starbucks enjoying my coffee or green tea frappuccino recently. He was there, sixty year old, handsome, with completely gray hair. I saw him every time sitting by himself reading newspaper or solving words game in his small book. He always smiling at me and looks comfortable but I always feel that lonesomeness in his eyes.

On Thursday I was there returning from volunteer interview. I stop by starbucks to get my favorite coffee and sit down for few minutes before catching my bus. The moment I was heading to the starbucks sitting area I surprised by the over peopling there. There is no empty spot left! I was standing for a moment figuring out what is my next step would be. He was smiling at me from the first moment I showed up there and then he had the reason to talk to me and asks me if I do not mind sit with him since there was no empty spot left for me. I do not know how to describe this moment but it was not that strange I felt that I was like a present from the sky to him. He wants someone to speak with and because I've tried how hard when you do not have any one to speak with or spend time with. We were talking for two hours in randomized topics, about him and me. He is a pianist working in a hotel playing his music for the hotel's residents. I'm always interested in learning play musical instruments especially piano or the Arabic music instrument "Oud".

As a matter of fact, Saudi Arabia banning learning music or even listen to it, whether in schools or public areas such as coffee shops according to the wahhabi interpretation of Islamic rules. He invited me to listen to him at the hotel lounge on Friday it was like a dream when he starts playing on the piano and I feel like a princess, he was so happy to see me and I felt good about it because I was the reason for some ones happiness in this world.