His Excellency... Mr. President

We meet people from all walks of life, from different backgrounds, color, religion, political views. Each have a dream, an aspiration, each have his/her own little secrets, their own hidden Worlds, their love stories, their hurts, pains, achievements and successes. We differ in how we set our boundaries, how we build bridges or walls. We end up with a World that is only ours… Our Universe …our comfort zone, our safe shelter.

Two years ago, I dreamt of getting to know the World of His Excellency Mr. President. I can even call it, the Universe of Mr. President.

We met by chance through a common work friend, who called me informing that Mr. President will be in Jordan and asking me nicely if I could take him out for dinner. Previously, I had interacted with His Excellency on the phone.
He sounded very helpful and professional.

It was Ramadan, I wasn’t sure where I should take His Excellency! So I checked if he didn’t mind to go for Iftar. The good thing he had lived in the Middle East for quite sometime, so he was familiar with our culture.

6:30 pm … I was waiting in front of a 5 start hotel in Amman, waiting to take a guy whom I didn’t know to an Iftar. My expectations were…well… it is another business iftar that I have to do, nothing would be so special, but anyway I needed to thank the man for helping me out in my work.

There I was, in my car, waiting, a blond man with very sharp and shinning blue eyes, wearing a very stylish white shirt, with beige pants showed up and enterned my car. He said: Hello, I am “Mr. President, thanks for picking me up” … with a very distinguished voice, and an accent that I am not very acquainted with.

I was behind the steering, honestly, didn’t know which foot shall I use so I can drive the car! I felt like… my two legs were numbed and cold. Finally, I got my act together. We drove to a nice restaurant in the old part of Amman; thank God it was his first time to that place, so I was a bit more relaxed...

After few hours, I drove Mr. President back to his hotel at 00:20. Unfortunately Time passed so fast…

He kissed me on the cheeks, thanked for the night, and stepped out of the car..
I thought… will I ever see him again…..

Mr. President…, since I am at this stage of my life where I am trying to rediscover myself, I need to confess the following:

You are so unique; you are one of a kind man. You must be the President of the World…because of the wonderful warm human heart you have.
You carry everybody’s troubles and issues on your shoulders. You are naturally the center of attention wherever you are and no matter among who you would be.
You are funny,yet serious at the same time.
You amaze me because no one can ever get bored with you. You are like Pandora’s Box… very unexpected…there is always something novel and enriching coming out of you…but you are so humble and down to earth.

You have a heart of Gold crowned with a Diamond brain. It is so hard to describe your way of thinking, acting or how you make other feel about themselves.
You are such a selfless man; you never think of yourself, you are generous, considerate and real.
Forgive my simple humble language because it is failing me to describe you with the most appropriate words. My thoughts are coming straight from my heart.

Mr. President, I won’t get in the details of our encounters, cause I want to keep it in my heart… it nurtures me as a woman…I won’t apologize for anything, all I want.. for you is to live forever, and ever more… The World needs you…

I haven’t ever been in my entire unusual exciting life… and for two years under such an attraction towards anyone… but as it said: There is always a first time…

Thank you for showing me lately part of your life… it meant a lot to me… my dream to get to know your World came true…I know that if I am ever in need… You will be there for me. I have no doubts.

We live miles and miles apart…but your impact on me as a woman and as human being is eternal…so I thank you

I will always care so much...no matter what happens…

Please live forever…

Aurora