A fateful moment in Rishikesh where mind indeed reigns over body and things that seem impossible happen in miraculous ways.

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Ending this episode with a snippet from the song (Hal 3indaki Shakk?) Do you have a doubt? Performed by Kathem Es Saaher and written by the late poet Nizaar Qabbaani.

Vocab:

Wselet- arrived وْصِلِت

Ista2jaret- rented اسْتَأجَرِت

Ilta2eet feeha- met her الْتَقيت فيها

Jiha- side جِهَة

Mu3aakisa- opposite مُعاكِسَة

Tamaaman- completely تَماماً

3azamooni- invited me عَزموني

Astafrigh- throw up أسْتَفْرِغ

Tasammum- poisoning تَسَمُّم

Amoot- die أموت

Da3eef- weak ضَعيف

Malyaana- full مَلْيانَة

El djembe taba3i- my djembe (African drum from Mali) الْدْجَمْبِة تَبَعي

7amalethum- I carried them حَمَلِتْهُم

Dahri- my back ضَهْري

Qaasya- harsh قاسْيَة

It5ayyalet- imagined اتْخَيَّلِت

Butu2- slowness بُطُئ

Jeser- Bridge جِسِر

Itraddadet- I hesitated اتْرَدَّدِت

Awsaq fiyyo- trust him أوْثَق فِيُّه

Wassalni- delivered me وَصَّلْني

Ma 2ibil- didn’t accept ما قِبِل

Abki- I cry أبْكي

Atshakkar- I thank أتْشَكَّر

Roz- rice رُز

Laban- yogurt لَبَن