The story of the movement in my life

By Saoud Ahmed Salim Alkaabi, from United Arab Emirates

As a child, I consider movement an important part of my life. At every moment I feel movement surrounding me from all directions. I see it in my beautiful body, beginning with my eyes as they move and follow everything that surrounds us. Without it I would not be able to see the wonderful colours and the world with all its beauty. 

My hands are the ones that move in a strange harmony, so I draw creative things with them and mix colours with them, and there are many movements that characterise my hands, the most beautiful of which is that I can play my favourite game with it, which is chess. So I arrange the white and black chess stones, then I move it with skill and ingenuity, as if I were playing a musical instrument. 

Without these organised movements I would not have won many tournaments. The ball is also my companion and my hands carry it and I also kick it with my legs and it rolls as it makes distinctive sounds that only those who love the game of football can feel. How much I love rolling the ball! And when I train and implement the movements that professional players make, I feel that I am really a professional. 

And sometimes I like to beat the drums with regular movements that form a wonderful melody, and these vibrations go to people’s ears and feel their beauty. Even these cold vibrations move and flow in the ears with quiet steps, so the movement has a beautiful feeling in my life. I feel pleasure as I contemplate every movement my body makes, and even the blood moves in my body to infuse me with life. 

And every time I go to the sea, it plays chase with me, as it advances and then quickly retreats. So I race it while I pick up the wonderful shells, and what astonishes me is that the seagulls also dance a wonderful dance in the waves, as if the waves are playing a beautiful piece that the birds cannot resist. The rain, so the showers fall as if they are strings drawn by the sand and create innovative paintings above them, and smile when the sun rises after hours from behind the clouds, as if welcoming me and telling me that the rainbow will decorate the sky shortly. 

I cannot describe to you the beauty of the colours that paint such an amazing arc, so I hurry and make a nice picture of me and the rainbow, as I move my lips with a nice smile. Then I draw my little brother to me with a quick movement and take a group photo of the memory, and then my brother and I start running on the rubber walkway. At that moment I feel that the rubber walkway is playing a jumping game with me, so I jump over it and raise myself up, and on my way I see bikes for rent, so I take one and look at its wheels as they turn quickly. And the more I hasten with it, the cold air touches my face. 

Every movement I spoke about means a lot to me, and this is a brief story of the movement in one day of my life, and if I talked about a week, I would compose a series of stories. 

My advice to you is to relax and contemplate the movement around you, and you will realise that the beauty of your life is in its presence.