![]() The Handkerchief MoviesA Story by Sami Khalil![]() Movies that make you cry and cry...![]() The Handkerchief Movies by
Sami S. Khalil (The movies that make you cry) I wanted to
protect her like an oyster shell protects a pearl. I needed to wipe away her
tears, for she cried endlessly. Very sentimental, her past was a deep hamper
with many soiled cottons. Whether a verité movie or not that we attended (like ‘Don’t cry for me Argentina’), or merely some sad news, she could not contain those uncontrollable sobs and shed tears. She would not even use eyeliners, the flat kind or glittery ones, for the effect impulses or urges had. All that
seemed like clouds hanging over us, ready to rain any time. Although Christina
was like an angel with little stubbornness, she was neither an embarrassment to me nor a bother in public because
of her condition. Not that I also didn't mind it, but others got annoyed. Doctors could neither diagnose it properly nor understand the triggers behind those chain reactions. Baffled, one doctor asked her to squeeze her nose tightly to block some things from happening. To be honest, I lost much sleep thinking
about a cure for her, with a full load of stress. I even thought to duct-tape
her mouth when watching a movie together, but that was rude. Nothing worked. One day, a
friend of mine tossed in the conversation a suggestion; go see “Zoltar”, the sagacious magician and soothsayer. He’s the one to chime in on my problems and inquiries. As I paid $100
to his assistant at the window to see him, she carried me to his dark abode,
lit by candles and a bright crystal ball. After
greeting me artfully, he asked I take off my shoes for I’m on holy ground. He
looked intently at me then at his crystal ball. He made few chants in praising
rhapsodies then said: “Son. Seams can come undone. Somatic relationships can
die too. What is once odd can become even. Life has its sharp edges like
knives. As I look through the dark windows of your soul, I see silhouettes of
unchained expectations. Something is draining your ambient energy, brilliant
light and griming your notable éclat. You are at the cusp of marriage. It will
swirl you in carnal drifts, salacious sorrows until you get her healed. I
suggest you watch only happy movies together. Infuse happiness at the core, see
what manifests at the door.” As I looked
forward to our next date on Saturday evening to see a “happy movie”, we purchased
tickets to a good one, then sat through half of it without any instances of plaiting.
I was amazed and ecstatic. Towards the end of it, things changed dramatically.
She wept and wept at the happy ending. I inquired about the reason. She pointed
out that those are happy tears (from sad to happy ones). I guess I opened up a
new Pandora’s Box. I need more handkerchiefs now. Oh, by the
way Zoltar! I will bounce you off the wall like a real ball instead of your clairvoyant
globe. © 2020 Sami KhalilReviews
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