We finally had arrived at Hyde Park. Only after being wounded by wave after wave of embarrassing tales everyone was a victim including poor old father, we searched for unoccupied area. This was to be under the shade of a monstrous oak tree; there was a slight breeze but an invigorating one, here the picnic was laid in fine manor which made it even more appetizing. The only conversations that I heard was “pass this” or “pass that please” which emphasised we feasted in family fashion then posed for hilarious pictures and kicked a ball around well into the late afternoon. If our day out was to end now I would give it ten out of ten but it didn’t.
Into the early night of that particular Saturday we were treated with an exotic, Middle Eastern dinner at a Lebanese restaurant called Al’gall. The whole place was lit with candles, rich in colour but almost blinding, a soothing flute was being played in the background. The atmosphere was lifting and vibrant and without a shadow of a doubt this restaurant seemed like a flight of the imagination. In addition the food was totally sensational and triggered each and every single taste bud from the starter of golden Arabic dates to the hot spicy rice and then was refreshed by the mouth-watering slices of watermelon. I thoroughly enjoyed it and looking around at the responses of relatives they were pretty much the same as my little cousin squeaked out “yummy” in contrast with the rusty tone of my father when he said “its absolutely delicious I tell you” for some of us like my sisters it was far too spicy and for the rest their was no superlatives to describe the occasion.
Unsurprisingly after a meal like that I needed to make a quick sprint to the toilets. However, there was no way I could have planned for what was about to take place. Bursting to go I already in advanced started to undo the buttons of my trousers, head down tangling with the buttons I continued to make my way to the toilet but all of a sudden I was elevated by a very strong scent of channel 5 before I could look up to see who it was I at full throttle bombarded into the beautifully scented stranger. As she was out of balance I grabbed onto her in an instinct flash the turned my attention to picking up the books she dropped as I got back up and faced the stranger head on I stood still motionlessly.
Never before have I been graced by such beauty. Small, sharp, hazel eyes stared at me graciously. These hazel eyes almost sunset like never failed to capture my awareness; it was everything about the girl that roughly looked in her late teen that seized the moment from her figure that was shaped like a perfect number eight to her caramel coloured skin and all the way up to her luscious lips. What could I say? The girl took my breath away my whole body came to a halt. My knees were shaking as if I was un balanced, my hands were numb totally un movable, my heart was thumbing like a jujitsu drum but worst of all my tongue felt heavy like a ton of bricks but miraculously I still spoke mumbling out “I am so so sorry” “no it was my fault” she replied.
I carried on standing in front of this exquisiteness in silence; I must have come across as a real lemon. Thankfully this didn’t last long as she spontaneously said” where do I know you from” my reply was nothing short of admirable, a plausible icebreaker “Would I be mistaken to believe that your middle name is beautiful” she giggled and slightly blushed at the present moment I projected as if I was cool, calm and calculated internally this could not have been further from the truth. I continued putting on a brave face and said “I didn’t catch your name” “Jasmine” she replied “Ooh exotic well mine is Ali, Sadiq Ali and can I get you a drink” finally I started to shred my Goosebumps and begun too ooze in confidence. Jasmine said “I would love to but I was dinning with my family” swiftly I replied “That goes for the both of us, and anyway it’s the least I could do after this inconvenience” she said “Ok then since you’re so persistent but it will have to be a quick one.”
We embarked in a deeper conversation as we got to know each other better she was born into a big family her being the twelfth the youngest child, raised in Cairo until she was two when her family moved to London due to her father accepting a vacant general precisionist post present in Islington. We indulged in further conversation’s, we truly clicked there was an instant chemistry between us that was beyond believe. Without a shadow of a doubt the occasion was too good to be true she was what dreams are made out of and if there is such a thing as love at first sight this was it.
Half an hour went past in her company but it felt like hours, as everything worthwhile comes to an end; this was that point. We exchanged contact numbers and I leaned over and gave her a tender kiss on her subtle cheek as whispered “I will give you a call” then painfully departed.
Finally just when I arrived back to my loved ones it was announced we were going home. The journey back was effortless with no noises and no traffic; we were home in half the time it took us to get there on midday. The half crescent smiling moon was shinning brightly as it glowed back of the cat’s eyes on the road, this made me smile as the moon seemed to be guiding as home. The delicate breeze was coming through the half open front window it seemed to be whispering none other than the word Jasmine. This was an extraordinary day not be forgotten and always cherished.
For those who it intrigues jasmine ended up as the love of my life, my crown jewel, my wife and the mother of my two children.
The End
