The Same Pigeon Nest(Dina Fadhil Faidhy) She did not want to visit her parents' house, but what obliged her to do so was her manager insisting on old family photos to be included in her social life's profile, to give more "convincible" public image for the readers, when going through her website!

It has been over three years when she last saw her mum. She would never forget her tears; they were almost frozen when pleading her not to leave. The last thing her Mum said was: 'Hope working as web editor will be worth what you're leaving behind'.

When she opened the door, everything was there except for her mum, who died out of cancer a year ago. Furniture was jammed and filled with dust, piles of dirt covered the bathroom where someone forgot to close its little high window, and fetching her bedroom was not that good either, for a sight of a pigeon nest was still there, and the couple of pigeons where she left them three years ago. She smiled and then let go. Looking for old family pictures did not hold the smile she just had made for these two pigeons. The photo of her brother and Dad made her eyes go into tears, and the high school graduation one made sure for those tears not to get shed. She threw them all aside, and had a long sigh, but when lifting her head up, she glanced toward the crystal chandelier she hung with her Mum when she was fourteen. 'Oh my God', she exclaimed!

Another sigh brought her hand towards her face, and she wondered what she was covering her face from; her choice? Maybe her Mum's choice? Why is it so hard to go through family memories and why are those pigeons still there? So many questions made a lot of noise inside her head, and she really wanted them to stop. When she raised both her hands and tapped them hard on her old desk, just to make sure of breaking through these sad flashes of old days, another pile of dust was raised up, leaving nothing but a mess. What made her wake up and get herself back together was the sound of her picture falling and, forcing herself to bend and pick it up to fix it, meantime, giving her the chance to catch a breath of what had left, especially when the two pigeons flew away leaving the nest as empty as her lonely heart.

Trying to fix the picture was the toughest part; a note appeared to be shown on the back of the photo saying: 'I'm proud of what you did, Fatima, your success was worth it. Mum'. Then, shedding into tears, by no means could be stopped!

'So how's it going to be, Fatima?' she asked herself. And the answer came when she picked her mobile and pictured the pigeon nest, and surprisingly, caught the sight of two little baby pigeons inside of it.

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