And so, even after the heartbreak and turmoil I've endured, I still haven't let my guard down. Welcome to the foggy weather of November, where the skies are a deep shade of grey, and the gentle melancholy of the breeze pierces through my nostrils, sending cool shivers down my spine. It's a beautiful Monday morning, and I'm standing by the roadside, ready to embark on my weekly shopping ritual, a task I couldn't complete earlier in the weekend.As I stand there, a taxi pulls up in front of me. "Good morning, sir. Are we good to go?" the driver asks. "Yes, sure," I reply, smiling and stroking my beard as I glance in the rearview mirror. I can't help but think to myself, “Alhamdulilah, I'm not beardless like my two friends, Shuraymn and Faroukey.”As I open the back door, I'm surprised to see a beautiful young school girl sitting on the rear seats, heading to school. And beside her, my eyes widen in amazement - a stunning fair masterpiece of nature's art with piercing emerald eyes! her elegance shines in every glance I made, I can't believe what I'm seeing, and my mouth hangs open in a silent "WOW!" Fatabarakallahu Ahsanal Khaliqeen!As I settle into the seat beside her, I can't help but feel a sense of wonder and gratitude for this unexpected encounter. Man sagir, the taxi driver, noticing my surprise, chuckles and made a one eye sided silly blink, 'Ah, maigida! yunno that guys bro code. The young girl smiles shyly, and the woman beside her - who I assume is her mother - greets me with a warm welcoming smile. As we begin our journey, I strikes up a conversation, and we quickly discover a shared love for literature and poetry.