Beloved inhabitant of my soul, oh, my Ghasem!
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The love I feel for you is great.... although there are no words to tell you how I love you so.... I do seem to be able to find the way to express it through the pain of losing it....
Terror is lurking in the hidden corners of my happiness, that the General will have the right words.... just the precise words to make you do what he wants.... and I will know by the way you call my name, the name that you gave me, the name that only has meaning when coming from your lips.... I will know when it is over and I have lost this war.... I hear my name being called in the early morning, "Farah.... you cannot have me.... Farah, it is time to wake up, the doves have flown away and the dream is over."
Everyone and everything is telling me that because our land has no peace I cannot have you, that you will never be mine and forever will between us tanks and barbed wire.... is there anyone left who will not forbid or interfere?.... oh, God! whyyyy?! has this all been a dream? Dreams are where anything can happen, where even a love like ours can soar over the highest mountain peak, swim the widest ocean, cross the hottest desert, cut through the thickest jungle, see in the blackest night. Why? God! why?! are you my enemy too? to let me taste the sweetest honey of heaven and then turn it to the bitterest of vinegar and gall while it is still on my tongue. Do you want me to curse you as I curse the morning light that wakes me from my sleep?!
I am so sorry my strong-winged love, that they have done this to you and placed a rifle in your hands and demanded your honor! I would ransome my soul to free you from this.... but, oh my heart, my Ghasem! I cannot stand in your way; you must think about what your countryman is asking of you and I must not say a word until you come to me to tell me what is going to be my fate..... please.... hurry!
I love you madly and adore you passionately.