MY FRIEND

Close friendships are hard to come by these days. In an ever-changing world with people striving to achieve their interpretation of preordained success, it is hard to know who your true friends are. Fortunately, I found my best pal early at the tender age of seven. We were both enrolled at the same school and were at wits’ ends as we searched tirelessly for our designated classes.

Ammar and I got acquainted as both of us were in the same class and sat next to each other. Ammar was a happy boy who always managed to breathe fresh air into the sometimes arid classroom. She always knew what to say and would voice them at the best possible moments. Both pupils and teachers alike enjoyed his company and liveliness. There was hardly ever a dull moment when he was around with her funny quips and expressions.

Ammar was born with a silver spoon. His father was a businessman and his mother owned and ran a boutique. Both his parents were very caring towards him as he, just like I, was the only child of the family. Ammar came to school each day with a perpetual smile. He was a very nice person to be around with. He and I used to go everywhere together and both of us were rarely seen apart. We used to talk about so many things as we walked, thoroughly enjoying our time together.

One day, I went to school and forgot to ask my parents for lunch money. At first, I was not hungry and thought I could bear going without a meal but soon, my stomach began to growl. Without asking, Ammar generously paid for my meal and drinks during recess. The incident revealed to me how lucky I was to have such a caring and compassionate friend.

Currently, Ammar and I are studying at different university. It was hard to be apart at first, but technology in the form of instant messaging and e-mails have helped to bridge the gap in our friendship. I sincerely wish our friendship will never end as it would be equivalent to waking up from a beautiful dream.