"I don't believe in accidents. There are only encounters in history. There are no accidents." – Pablo Picasso

Two Corners

February 4, 2017

Omar flew around the corner on his way up to the roof playground at lunch break that first day of the autumn semester, stopping millimetres short of colliding with me.  I hadn’t seen him either, so we both froze, laughed, and escorted each other to where we were both going, he to play and me to supervise. 

“Did you have a good summer, Omar?” I asked.

“Oh, very good, Miss,” he grinned.

“Did you go away?”

“Of course!”  Nobody stayed for the blistering heat of a Gulf summer if they could avoid it.  “We go to London to stop with my Auntie.  It was very fun.”

“Hey, I flew to London, too!”  My two older children were studying in the UK, and it seemed prudent to check their situations. 

“What day you fly?”

It had been the first Saturday of the holidays.

“Me too!”  He beamed with the innocent delight only an eight-year-old standing toe-to-toe with an adult can muster.  “What time?”

I told him.  “The Air France flight, 11.30.”

So had he.  He skipped away up the stair and then suddenly turned with a slight frown.  “I not see you there, Miss.”

“Well, no.  There are always lots of people boarding a flight.  I’m sorry I didn’t notice you.”

We stopped, I facing the door and the light, he facing me.  Omar was a bright child, in his father’s eyes already a man, and his face stilled with thought.  Then his eyes widened with a horrified realisation.  “Oh Miss – were you at the back of the plane with the poor people?”

 

How easily those who have never known anything else take their wealth for granted.  I remembered, then, another encounter at a corner, this one the corner of two of Abu Dhabi’s busiest streets.  We had only just arrived, still getting our bearings, and were waiting to cross the street close to our new apartment.  The traffic was heavy, and seemed to be ignoring the lights, so we hesitated.  An elderly Emirati man grinned sideways at us and stepped into the flow of traffic, raising an imperious hand.  The traffic stopped, and he stepped beside us to escort us across.

 

“These people!”  He indicated the sleek new vehicles around us.  “They think they own the world.”

“Whatever they own,” my husband said politely, “I hope they appreciate it.”

He smiled sadly.  “Me, I am an old man.  My father, he rode a camel.  I drive a car.  My grandchildren, they own aeroplanes. That is good, yes?”

Progress, certainly, we agreed.

He all but spat.  “It is nothing.  What Allah gives, he can take.  My grandchildren’s children, they will ride camel again.  You wait.  You are young still.  You will see.”

 

For Omar’s sake I hope not.

 

Other stories by this writer:

Horsemanship

True Grit

 

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#1 

“It is only at the first encounter that a face makes its full impression on us”

- Arthur Schopenhauer

 

#2

“Chance encounters are what keep us going.”

– Haruki Murakami

 

#3

"If there is no fate and our interactions depend on such a complex system of chance encounters, what potentially important connections do we fail to make? What life changing relations or passionate and lasting love affairs are lost to chance?"

– Simon Pegg

#4

"Sweet Serendipity...that unexpected meeting that changes your life"

–Alexia

 

#5

"Ironically, the people you meet by accident are often the ones who become an important part of your life." 

Solitary Reaper

 

#6

“Important encouners are planned by the souls before the bodies see each other.”    

Paulo Coelho

 

#7

"I am thankful for the serendipitous moments in my life, when things could've gone the other way"

Rick Springfield

 

#8

"Synchronicity: ideas, thoughts,

occurrences that seem related, but defy conventional explanation."

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