رقم جلوس

Today was the last written exam in my college and i was just staring at this tiny paper on the desk and i realized that this is my bench number .. after a little while of flying away with memories i went back to my primary school days.

In primary school, we used to have a really weird habit .. we used to tear apart the bench numbers or as we call it رقم الجلوس and throw them away after the last year exam singing the unforgettable song  لا مذاكرة بعد اليوم فلعب الكورا اهم اهم there used to be a magical feeling by doing that, this old habit really used to mark the end of our examination i used to see the happy kids running in the school laughing that the exams are over. Life went on and we continued this habit i guess till secondary stage.

In 2nd secondary stage we were given that big red رقم جلوس and after 2nd year stage final exam i was really excited and i wanted to do the holy action of tearing رقم الجلوس apart and throwing it away but i remembered that i'll use the same bench number for next year so i was forced not to do so.

In 3rd year came the time to take my revenge and there was nothing to prevent me from tearing it apart but something stopped me i actually looked at it and couldn't tear it, i just took it and put it in my pocket i don't know why but maybe at this moment i realized that this is all that's left from this stage of my life .. it's that little red paper with all its memories, till today i still keep my رقم الجلوس of secondary stage and yes that's all what's left from that period of my life.

Today i kept starring at my bench number and i couldn't tear it apart as well but all i did is what you see in the attached picture to this post, in college you share a bench number with 4 other students so actually you can't tear it ... all i could do is take a picture of it and as many things i think in life that come and go that we may miss or not miss the only thing that remain is these unforgettable memories left in the form of pictures papers and sometimes in the form of a رقم جلوس