Aqaba

Ketab Hamza
Jul 10, 2017 · 1 min read

Mama told us not to swim past the rope. Even from the beach, we could see how the sea split shades of blue. Past the line the water was deep and filled with our wildest imagination. We wanted to swim past the rope to reach the red mountain ridge on the other side. You can’t swim there, that land is occupied. Each time we would wait until she napped, then paddle our feet as fast as possible. We reached the edge of the universe when we reached the rope covered in thick seaweed, and the fish were the galaxies we could not see yet.

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