Showing love or whatever
I created this two months ago after a cozy night on Basma’s balcony. It was my way of immortalizing that moment, music we listened to during an eye-opening night shared by just the two of us, filled with conversations, punctuated by silences and bursts of laughter.
Having experienced deep love for people only rarely,not just appreciation, but a profound love and admiration, almost a sense of gratefulness for their existence, I knew, just hours after stepping into her home, that Basma not only belonged on the very short list of my loved ones, but it was one of my most transformative relationships. The thing is this time, the transformation felt different. It wasn’t jarring, not like being shaken awake. Instead, it was subtle, like she gently guided me away from old ways of being without even realizing it. It wasn’t a turbulent car ride, it was more like a peaceful walk in the park.
Listening to Dak Lila Mea Basma isn’t always nostalgic. Sometimes, I can simply appreciate it as a collection of songs we both love. But at moments like this, as I write these words, it feels like a celebration, a tribute to the gift of friendship. The kind of friendship where you reflect each other’s truths, where everything flows effortlessly, free from the weights of insecurity and shattered egos, a space to be raw and authentic.