“Dear Barbara, I’m writing to you from Geneva. I want to tell you about a dream/goal that came true just this week. About thirteen years ago I was surfing the net and I saw a picture of a small village sitting in the foot of a huge mountain, houses covered in snow, town illuminated only by the weak, yellow lights coming from huts windows.
What is this?
Where is that?
Ok. Then and there Zermatt was itched inside of my brain and I promised myself that one January
I’ll celebrate my birthday in this Zermatt. Every year I’d check booking.com and build dreams, but
it never happened. I didn’t fight for this dream as it was secondary to my husband and family.
When my marriage fell apart, and I lost the dream of growing old with this man, I decided
to realize every other dream that I had. I got The Answer and followed the instruction
of how to think and work to get to your goals. I was penny-less when I wrote “”Zermatt””
on my bedroom wall, but I had faith in God. And myself. I kept the dream alive even
though I didn’t know how/when/if it’ll happen.
When my mother suggested I continue my education in London, and that Christmas
holiday will come while I’m there, Zermatt came from the back of brain
and lit up in front of me like a Christmas tree.
You know what they say: Luck is when preparation meets opportunity.
Here are some pictures.
Until we meet,
lots of love,
Abeer 22/1/19 Dear Barbara,
I want to tell you about a craaaiiiizzzzyyyy thing that happened to me today.
You remember I set a goal to get a masters degree, and then moved to UK to do so.
Here, I’ve been looking at and applying for postgraduate courses, and then contacting the
head of the program asking for a meeting to introduce myself and convey
as how enthusiastic, and suitable, I am to their course.
There was one university in a beautiful Welsh city that I really liked and set my
heart to study at, but even though my application was successful, my emails
to arrange for a meeting were not answered, and I was loosing precious time.
SoOo, I decided to just hop on a train and turn up and just see what happens. I arrived
at the city Sunday afternoon, threw my suitcase at the hotel, went to the waterfront and
had dinner, all the whilst thinking where to go the next day, what to do, whom to meet.
I didn’t even know what bus number to take.
After sunset I went back to the hotel, pulled up my laptop, sat in the lobby
and started working on a plan for the next day. I sent yet another email, telling
them that I just freakin hopped on a train and came, that I’m here, would somebody
please please please meet me. I was so worked up when I heard someone asking me,
in my mother tongue no less, if I needed help. And I was like Hells To The Yeah. Turns out
he was master student in the same university, and told me all I needed to know about
where/how to get there. So now I have at least that.
Soon as I woke up the next morning I checked my email inbox. Nothing. Gritted my teeth.
I put on my backpack, rode the bus and alighted at the high gates of the huge building and looked
around not knowing what to do next.
I received emails from two different people at the university, both welcoming me. One of
them actually came all the way down to meet me, and took me up stairs with her.
I spent the next four hours being talked to, shown the place, served tea and coffee,
practically being “”carried”” from one office to the next, until I eventually was lead to meet
a member of the faculty and finally had the time to relay to him why I’d be a fantastic
candidate for the course.
And now I have an offer.
Barbra, when I stepped onto that train the day prior I had zero promises. I took a leap
of faith with my heart on my sleeve, gushing with wanting a yes/not scared of a no. And on
the journey back I had in my hand when I came here for.
Lots of love,