The fucking rain won’t stop. It started last night, and it’s still pouring down heavily with short breaks of few minutes. This is not classic Bahrain weather. Everything is so gloomy, so heavy that I have a feeling its affecting my mood. My finals begin in two days. It will be the last 5 papers of my high school life. Of course I’m glad about it but there’s an ache involved, something like a loss of something that I will feel as I emerge out of the hall after having written the last paper. I’m sure of it. That will be the last day I will put on my school uniform and probably the last day I call myself a student of the school. But it’s the one month of freedom before the results that I’m looking forward to. It’s that one month of doing whatever I want for which I will endure all this fucking studying for. I’m dreaming of birds, their tense white wings scratching at fractured blue air, searching for redemption.