Adam awoke to a room cloaked in darkness. He rose from the bed without a sound, careful not to disturb the stillness. Crossing the room, he pulled open the curtains. Sunlight crept in tenderly, brushing against his face with a gentle breeze, as though the morning itself had come to greet him. The room slowly stirred to life, bathed in golden warmth, filled with quiet energy. a silent promise of a new day.
He moved quietly, dressing without waking his sleeping wife. With a final glance at her peaceful form, he stepped outside, closing the door with care. His feet led him instinctively to his family home. Not a day passed without seeing them; it was a ritual etched into the rhythm of his life.
His mother welcomed him with open arms and a warm smile, her embrace soft and grounding. "Breakfast is ready," she said, her voice like a familiar melody from the past. Before joining her at the table, Adam went in search of his father and brothers. The house still echoed with their presence, a testament to their unbroken bond. They were a family tightly woven together, like threads in a tapestry. distinct yet inseparable, forming something far greater than any one of them alone.
Gathered around the breakfast table, they sat down, the air filled with the scent of warm bread and brewed tea. As Adam took his first bite, nostalgia stirred within him. Memories, vivid and bright, came flooding back. days of childhood laughter and shared secrets in this very home. Though he returned here every day, each visit stirred something ancient in him, a connection to the boy he once was, especially when he looked at his brothers, Ibrahim and Wael.
He was the middle child, yet the only one who had managed to marry. Ibrahim, the eldest, remained unemployed, his eyes often distant and tired. Wael, the youngest, was still a student, brimming with questions and dreams yet to be tested by the world.
After breakfast, Adam left the house and glanced at his watch. It was 11:40 a.m.
he had twenty minutes to get to work. He quickened his pace, weaving through the streets of the city with practiced urgency, and arrived just in time.
The building where he worked towered above the city like a monument of ambition. It was a sleek, glass-clad structure that caught the sunlight and scattered it in every direction; a giant mirror reflecting the world around it. It stood as if reaching for the sky, its peak lost in clouds and light.
Adam stepped inside and took the elevator to the ninth floor, where his desk and daily responsibilities awaited him. As the doors slid open, he was greeted by a familiar face. He is adam best friend.
"Morning, Walid. Did I keep you waiting today?" he asked, breathless but smiling.
Walid grinned, his usual calm demeanor intact. "You? Never. You're always right on time."