Day EightyNine

Rap Night.

The night I thought would never come.

Though we visit Monday Rap Nights at Radio Beirut 

more often than not

tonight was different.

I meet up with Maryam,

which is also a thing that doesn't happen often

and we decide to go to Radio Beirut

after catching up in the warmest way at her home space.

We play tauli and 31 cards

as the rap night starts.

The rest of the Hummozapien gang said they would come

so I occasionally peak over to see a familiar face.

Our games end and I feel 

that I know Maryam as ever before.

She shares a secret with me

and I feel special to have been there at that moment.

The feeling of gratitude and love

are unreal

and I wonder when I'll see 

her pure face again.

We smile and walk to the bar.

The gang is sitting in the far corner

and everyone's got their 

rattitude 

on.

The Arabic rap battle

amuses new and old visitors

and the crowd's cheerings makes me wonder what they said.

I ask Maryam.

She says they're swearing.

A ok,

still finding it cool.

I look at Zeed

and suddenly we're all begging him to go on stage and rap.

He says 

'Yo yo don't pressure it. It has to come naturally.'

What I heard was,

it's not happening today-

though I still kept my eyes puppied to Allah

to make this the day we see Zeed rapping.

And indeed Allah didn't disappoint.

Just like that,

as if I didn't wait every Monday

for three months

for this moment,

Zeed appears on stage.

Such a gangster this guy

grabs the mic and starts rapping 

in Dutch.

Finishes.

Drops the mic.

Walks off.

Gangsta.

PS: thank you Allah.