I don’t care what anyone says. People will say whatever comes to their mind. They spout the most random of nonsense and fill our ears with gossips unheard of and lies that should never have seen the light, creating the most extraordinary of misunderstandings and ruining friendships that had such strong chains binding them together.
I know that my best friend is coming and he is going to watch my play. I know for a fact that he will. I know that he will because he promised me that he will come and Zaid is not a guy who breaks promises. He always keeps his promises no matter what. Zaid will come and prove all of you wrong. He will be here, I tell you. He will be here. He will.
I believe that he will come. All friendships are based on belief. If I have a strong belief in him then only can I expect him to believe in him? I need to believe in him for him to believe in me. He told me that he is coming so I know that he is coming. I believe in him so that should be enough right? He should be here now. Anytime, now…
I: Are you sure that you believe with the sincerest of hearts that Zaid is coming? Do you really think he is coming? Do you really believe?
Me: I want to believe.
Myself: (No, no, no. I do believe. I do believe. I do.)
Me: I want to.
Myself: (NO. I DO BELIEVE THAT HE IS COMING.)
Me: Believe. Should I really?
Myself: (YES, YES, YES. YOU NEED TO BELIEVE THAT HE IS COMING.)
Me: But I can’t.
Myself: (No, no, no. Why can’t you? Yes, you can. Believe child. Believe for that is the way to pass through this ordeal. You need to believe otherwise… otherwise, it will all spiral out of hand and you won’t be able to cope and you will lose your mind. SO listen here and heed my advice. Believe. Believe that he is coming. Believe that he will be sitting in that audience cheering for you, whistling for you, applauding for you when you come on stage and that he will ecstatically hug you once the play is done. Believe because if you don’t… if you don’t… what else is left there to do? What more can you do? Why won’t you believe? Tell me. Why won’t you believe?)
Me: But I can’t believe anymore.
Myself: (No. Why are you saying that… Why can’t you believe… Why… Just why…)
Me: It’s 7:05pm already.
Myself: (SO WHAT?)
Me: 5 minutes more than the appointed time.
Myself: (That doesn’t mean anything. He’s coming and you know it. He will be here soon. He will be here jumping up and down and screaming your name.)
Me: Where is he?
Myself: (HE IS COMING. HE IS. JUST WAIT PATIENTLY.)
Me: Why is he not here yet?
Myself: (YOU NEED TO WAIT. YOU NEED TO BELIEVE IN HIM. YOU NEED TO BELIEVE THAT HE WILL COME.)
Me: I don’t know. I don’t know whether to believe or not. I just don’t.
Myself: (No… please… you need to believe… please…